This year the experience was a little different, in that we actually carved pumpkins we grew in our yard. We chose the smallest of the bunch but compared to the store-bought ones they are still gigantic.
Our pumpkins also had a different texture inside. They were more meaty and a lot less stringy and with less seeds. We spent a good deal of time scraping back layers of pumpkin meat so that our little knives would be able to carve all the way through the pumpkin.
The three oldest kids chose some patterns they liked and traced them onto the pumpkins. Andrew, who finally crashed at 5 pm, slept through the entire process.
The result were three cute pumpkins: a ghost for Stella, a bat for Carson and a cat for Emilia.
