Our household doesn't usually go too far out for Halloween. We buy the kids costumes, we buy candy for trick-or-treators, and there's the pumpkins.
Last year, the hubby found out that he had a knack for carving pumpkins. A talent I guess you never really know you have until you, well, until you carve a pumpkin.
It all started with:
Check out the Boorack Obama Pumpkin. Not bad, eh? You can also check out the adorable days old baby who these days looks like a drunken superman.
Anyway, I got distracted.
Pumpkin.
So this year, it was on again. We needed a pumpkin, some tools (the hubby even bought something that required batteries) and a template or idea.
We were pumped. Went out, bought everything, but were underwhelmed with ideas on what to do, not to mention, the pumpkin we got was ginormous. I'm almost positive that's a real word.
So, here's how it went down:
Tools, check.
Pumpkin, check.
Carving, check.
Gut scooper outer, check. (Doesn't it look like she's enjoying herself?)
And a finished product, check.
With Halloween coming near, I only know a few things for sure:
- The kids are dressing up
- Another pumpkin will be sliced and diced in our home.
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