We recently had a pumpkin carving contest with a group of our dear friends and it was a blast!
Here are a few pics of the day. Sam tended to little man so I could fully concentrate on my artistic endeavor. My dude is such a sweetheart. He knows I look forward to any creative outlet that I can manage to squeeze in.
The pumpkins were bought, tables were set and the tools sharpened. (Not really, the tools sharpened part just thought it sounded cool.) Ha! We were only aloud 3 tools total to do all our work. Including the scraping out the pulp part. I had looked on Martha Stewart's website for intricate carving ideas and made a list earlier in the week for the tools they suggested. Well, Sam went to go get the things on my list and low and behold most of the people at the hardware store didn't have a clue what half of them were. FAIL. I was so excited about doing this detailed job and now, I had to search the house for a razor blade, steak knives and my favorite choice, a potato peeler. (That was my best tool.) We didn't think to get a carving set. Oh well, I enjoy a good challenge. I decided to scrape the insides out with my hands. It was rather...gooey and quite fabulous.
Sit at a table? Are you kidding? Much better pumpkin control in the dirt. (Is a pumpkin a veggie? I guess it is isn't it? Hmm, you kind of think about it just in it's own class of pumpkins. Well, it's kind of a gourd. Are gourds considered veggies? Off to google land.)
Sam got some shots of me doing surgery on my victim to art. And yes, my rear end did get a little smeared, but it was worth it.
True Religion jeans
Free People Thermal top (if you're preggerz, these will last you almost to the end.) My folded down Minnetonka fringies organic jersey scarf (non-silky jersey cotton is the best for head wraps. scarf post coming soon.)
We saved the seeds and baked them, oh so yum.
It felt so good to be making/transforming and changing something other than a diaper. Yeah, so my hands got grotesquely slimy with my choice of scraping the hollow of the pumpkin by hand. Creative outlets come in many forms. Can I get a witness?
After our little party we continued the excitement at the local corn maze. It was my first and it was so much fun! I wrapped Káel up in his Moby. I was one hot, secret agent, corn maze momma. (Notice the bottle in my back pocket...I was prepared baby.) He slept like a champ. You could hear the happy squeals and screams of all our friends as some had run ahead waiting in the tall corn rows, to pop out and surprise the ones that where going slow. I managed to surprise a couple of people, even with a baby. ;)