Pumpkin Carving

The dog ate our pumpkins. It started with him gnawing on them a bit as they rested on our front stoop, but we chastised him and he stopped for a while. The next thing we knew, he had rolled them off the front steps and was using them as giant balls to roll around the front yard.

Then he ate their insides. Happy Halloween!


The boys were not happy. I was even less happy, given that I had shelled out over thirty dollars for the giant beasts of pumpkins. The neighbors, on the other hand, have found it hysterically funny. We live to amuse our neighbors.

I promised the boys I would get more pumpkins so we could do our annual carving. (Damn dog.)

But I was saved from the pumpkin purchase! Our dear friends Danielle and PJ had a second birthday party for their sweet daughter Lexi. And guess what? It was a pumpkin carving, pumpkin decorating, pumpkin smash of a party! Hurray for non-dog eaten, slimed up pumpkins all set to paint, to carve, to dress up.

The boys got right to work.

And now the carved, dressed up pumpkins are safe at home, where we will keep them high on a shelf, away from our pumpkin eating pooch.