Zeze wouldn't even touch the pumpkin or stand next to it. I got Noah in, but you can see his misery in the progression of pictures below as he sunk lower and lower inside it. Kai didn't even want anything to do with the pumpkin. So I said to myself, "Screw it, I'll carve my own damn pumpkin without all you ungrateful little boys!"
Mom, I'm starting to understand what it must have been like for you to drag 3 whining girls apple picking or strawberry picking or any other nature-ish seasonal event...the moms love it...the kids hate it! Don't even get me started on the trip to the little fair we went to this summer. Ok, I'll start a little...I LOVE LOVE LOVE country fairs. My boys do not. The whole fair ended for us with a symbolic event that pretty much summed up the whole experience. "Kai, it popped"....."Kai, it's gone."......"Kai, it's dead!!!" Followed by wailing. This is what Chad said to Kai after Kai saw his ducky balloon animal blow out of the stroller and immediately get run over by a passing gas truck. POP! "Where is it?" "Balloon?" "Duck?"
Anyway, back to the pumpkin: it took me 4 days of carving (a few minutes here and a few minutes there) and I finally got it done today! Kai actually liked it when he saw the train. He said, "Wow, it's Gordon! No, it's James!!"
I'm going to try to cook up my pumpkin seeds soon too! I won't expect Kai to like them or even try one, but Chad and I will LOVE them!