Once they were sure he knew his place, Mary Aplin decided to welcome him in a way all her own :)Finally, we took Darby's advice and roasted the seeds...Now nobody's pumpkin is safe from my knife :) They are DELICIOUS!!!!!!! Even the girls ate them up.Did any other child of the 80s grow up with a "real" popcorn machine. The kind you plugged in on the counter, filled with oil and kernels, and then WATCHED the magic happen. That is what these seeds tasted like to me. I felt like I was back, sitting on the counter top, with brown linoleum visible between my swinging feet. Ummmm, I can taste that popcorn now. WATCH OUT FOR YOUR PUMPKINS :)
But, when he left this morning with three surgeries planned from overnight (Halloween does bring out the freak shows) and who knows what coming in today, I realized it was going to be left up to Mommy this year.
I am waiting for the "real" pictures (that a professional took, and I hope will have one of me crossing that finish line) to come out before I do another post about the marathon. In the meantime, I thought I'd show you what we did this Halloween morning.
Jeremiah is on call this weekend. I thought that pumpkin carving would be a job left to Daddy. After all it's a bit nasty
AND if you did a comparison of who was better at operating a large knife under pressure (like a 2 yr old trying to grab the knife from you and a 4 yr old trying to stick her hands inside the pumpkin)...he would most definitely win.
All things considered, I was pretty happy with our little guy in the end.And so were the girls :)When I started making scary noises, the girls felt the need to state their dominance