Luckily I got over that and now the only part I don't like is how gutting the pumpkins makes my hands all dry and gross-feeling. But I don't mind actually carving out my design and I love picking out pumpkins. Yesterday we went to Petersen Family Farm and wandered around trying to find the perfect ones. It was harder than you'd think because even though there were a lot of pumpkins left, most of the really good, fat ones were pretty picked over. (Pumpkins are one of the few things that should feel complimented when someone calls them fat).
All of these pictures were taken with an iPhone because right as soon as I got out of the car and grabbed my camera I realized the memory card was still plugged into my laptop at home. I don't want to admit how many times I've done that.
You can't really tell from some of the pictures, but it was dark and windy outside (I mean super windy . . . as in our neighbor was chasing his AMAZING Halloween yard decorations through the field in front of our street because microbursts ripped everything down). It started raining about 10 minutes after we left the farm. In case you don't believe, check out this hairdo:
I just really love Indian Corn. I don't even know what you're supposed to do with it but it looks so much prettier than regular corn.
After the pumpkin patch we ran to the store to pick up some stuff for our not-Halloween-yet-but-we're-celebrating-anyway dinner. Aren't these little mummy dogs cute? I wasn't great at putting the mustard eyes on so a few got one normal eye and one big globby one -- like it exploded. But that just makes it more spooky right? (These are the kinds of things I tell myself).
Then it was pumpkin carving time! John's at the end of the table all by himself because he didn't want anyone to see what he was carving (more about that later).
Here's the finished product minus Rachael's minion (she was already in bed by the time we found the candles to light the jack-o-lanterns up). I'll add a picture of hers into this post later.
Can you guess whose is whose? I really don't know why John chose a storm trooper because in the entire four-ish years we've known each other he's never once mentioned watching Star Wars. He said something about how I'd like his pumpkin because I'm kind of a nerd (which is true) but I don't consider myself a big Star Wars nerd. I like the movies as much as the next person but it's not like storm troopers and I share a special bond . . .
He still wins the prize though because that little blob in my princess's hand is a frog and it doesn't look very frog-like. Darn you big pumpkin knives that make carving little frog lips impossible.
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