This weekend, right before the Packers creamed the Vikings, we carved our pumpkins. Mia has been helping me cook in the kitchen since she was old enough to stand on a chair, so she doesn't mind getting messy.
Evan mostly enjoyed exaggerating his disgust. He gets his drama from his mama.
They all needed a little help getting the goo scraped,
but I let them do the scooping. Blech!
Owen ditched out before his was finished. You would think by the condition of his room, backpack, and desk, that he wouldn't mind getting messy. You would be wrong. At halftime I made him come back upstairs and draw his pumpkin face. His pumpkin was so tough though that Jim had to carve it.
Mia decided she wanted me to draw hers and then she would paint it.
