For the past several days I had a pumpkin sitting by our front door desperately needing and wanting to be carved. For those several days it was only good for a drum for Nixon to pound his little heart out on to. Friday night we got around to carving that pumpkin, or "pum pum" and Nixon liked to call it.
Cutting in to the beast.
Nixon was a little freaked out of the boogers in the pumpkin and didn't want to touch it at first.
We lured him in with a spoon and then he had fun digging away with that.
The part I realized my child no longer had a spoon and in fact was about to take my fingers off with a knife.
As Nixon would say, "ewwww".
I told Tyler to go old school. No patterns allowed.
And there she is.
Nixon checking it out and wondering why there was a candle inside our pumpkin.
The boys were quite pleased with their work.
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