Pumpkin carving
It's been a while since we carved pumpkins. The last few years I have fallen prey to sanity and pitched an overly enthusiastic, "Hey boys! Painting pumpkins is so much better than carving! Let's do that!!" to Trey and Aden. Who went for it, of course, and gave me the gift of not really having to do anything except shout at them from behind the camera not to fling the paint into each other's mouths.
But they begged to carve this year, and in the afterglow-slash-guilt of underachiever Halloweens past, I agreed. Thinking that maybe they were finally old enough to do some of the work.
We'll call this the before picture.
I have no during picture because three one hundredths of a second after taking the before picture, the boys declared gut removal too hard, and ran off. So there I sat for the next maybe hour, degooping and carving. At one point, a teeny bit frustrated with the dullness of my knives and the numbness in my wrists, I said, "Hey Siri. Why don't you get off your lazy tail and take a picture of me doing this." She politely responded, "I'm sorry, I don't understand." We don't get along, Siri and me.
Pumpkin masterpieces complete and both legs fully asleep, I found the boys here. Where they usually are.
They were quite pleased with the jack-o-lantern faces and happily posed for the after picture.
Then later that night, we lit them up and oohed and aahed. Which of course made my lonely hour of carving and orange-stained forearms worth it.
Happy Halloween, y'all.
But they begged to carve this year, and in the afterglow-slash-guilt of underachiever Halloweens past, I agreed. Thinking that maybe they were finally old enough to do some of the work.
We'll call this the before picture.
I have no during picture because three one hundredths of a second after taking the before picture, the boys declared gut removal too hard, and ran off. So there I sat for the next maybe hour, degooping and carving. At one point, a teeny bit frustrated with the dullness of my knives and the numbness in my wrists, I said, "Hey Siri. Why don't you get off your lazy tail and take a picture of me doing this." She politely responded, "I'm sorry, I don't understand." We don't get along, Siri and me.
Pumpkin masterpieces complete and both legs fully asleep, I found the boys here. Where they usually are.
They were quite pleased with the jack-o-lantern faces and happily posed for the after picture.
Then later that night, we lit them up and oohed and aahed. Which of course made my lonely hour of carving and orange-stained forearms worth it.
Happy Halloween, y'all.
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