Sunday, October 25, 2009

The Carving Station

It's been a while since I carved a pumpkin, a year at least (haha), but I remember it being a messy affair. I wanted Mads to be able to participate in as much of the carving process as possible, and since I couldn't hand her a knife, that meant her job would be pumpkin gutter. But how do you let a 17 month old gut a pumpkin when you have wall to wall beige carpet?

Allow me to present to you the carving station. I know I'm a genius, you really don't have to tell me.

After stripping Mads down to just a diaper, I plopped her in the kiddie pool with her pumpkin.

After Daddy ever so gently removed the top of the big pumpkin, Mads got very curious:

Curiosity quickly turned to revulsion, as she yelled "Ew! Ew! Ewww!" when Daddy plopped the first handful of pumpkin guts a little too close to Madelynn's delicate footsies:

Repulsion turned to fear:

And fear turned to screaming mess when one tiny seed landed on her foot:

After this, you couldn't have paid Mads to get back in that pool, and my plans to take a million pictures of Babe elbow deep in pumpkin innards were squashed. Jeffrey and I were clearly on our own.

Madelynn observed the rest of the pumpkin carving from a safe distance:

The end result? A pumpkin that Mads is happy to walk past and yell "Cat!" at 500 times in 20 minutes.

Just as long as she doesn't have to touch it.

2 comments:

Heather_mom_of_3 said...

Lexi did the same thing! she had a total melt down and ran and hid on the couch with grandma lol

cecilia said...

Good job! carving the pumpkin... maybe next year Mady won't be afraid of the yucky seeds... she looks so cute in the picture seating next to Jeff and looking from the outside into the bit mess... Her face says it all...