Well, Halloween is over. We made it through, and started a
new tradition.
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| "Punkins-in-waiting" |
I decided at the last minute to throw a Punkin Pandemonium party for my little ones. We haven’t taken on pumpkin
carving since the oldest was about two. I know…shameful. Please hold for
redemption.
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| "Let the insanity begin!" |
*EXTREME DISCLAIMER*
While embarking on this wackiness, there were eight loads of
laundry in various stages of unclean scattered around the upstairs, a cluttered
kitchen and a garage that could have been on Hoarders. I just figured, Halloween comes once a year and the
laundry would be there tomorrow! I guess you can have a spotless house and no
fun or lots of fun and a mess… or at least that’s how it goes around here.
*SOMEWHAT LESS
EXTREME DISCLAIMER*
As I write this, we are watching Punkin Chunkin. Awesome!!!!
Now, on to the fun and mess. At about 2:00 p.m. on
Halloween, I decided to appease the kids and acquiesce to the carving of the
gourds. But then, probably because it was only two hours until they were all
home, and adrenaline was flowing, I decided to kick it up to an eleven.
I downloaded spooky music and made a playlist of fun
Halloween tunes. I ran to the store for orangey treats and tossed kettle corn
and Cheese-Its in a huge bowl. I bought some orange soda (sugar-free!) and hustled
back home.
On a time-crunch (I really felt like it was a Food Network show called Halloween-Kids-Pumpkin-Carving-Party-Wars)
I enlisted the hubby to help put out a table on the driveway, and haul out the
pumpkins.
I used a cardboard box scrap and slopped paint on the front
for a fun sign. I pulled out some jelly jars and the cuuuuut-est lids that turn
them into pretty pseudo-sippy cups for bigger kids. These lids are from ShopSweet Lulu online and are adorable. Also from that site and awesomely vintage
are the striped paper straws I used in orange, yellow and white.
With the addition of the smartphone speaker (yep, that’s
right, fruity phone maker, no free advertising for you) we had the makings of a
surprise carving extravaganza.
And then came the kids.
“Ahhhhhh!!!!! We’re carving them today!” the youngest child
squealed!
“What is Punkin Pandemonium?” she asked. “Why not Pumpkin?”
“Because PUN-kin is cuter,” said the middle child.
“It is a good thing we are doing this today and not two
weeks ago,” the youngest child said. “Then they would be rotten!”
I gave them each a glass jar filled with orange soda and had
them pick out a pumpkin. They had a little orange-and-white snack mix and then
they were ready to go.
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| "Yum!" |
“Let’s blast the music and get…this…party…staaaar-ted!” The
youngest child did a little jig as she said it.
I queued up the playlist and the rockin’ tones of Purple People Eater filled the
driveway. I actually saw the oldest
child smirk when the music came on. Now it wasn’t a full-blown grin, I’ll grant
you, but it was there.
We planted the three chosen pumpkins on the carving table
and I had the kids stand back so I could cut out the tops. I started with a
knife that looked like it belonged in The
Jungle instead of our kitchen. A bit scared, I asked the hubby to take the
knife inside and I switched to a serrated tool from the carving set I bought in
a post-Halloween sale a few years ago.
Once I cut the tops, the girls got to pull them off. As they
lifted up and the viscous, slimey innards stretched from pumpkin to lid, they
let out a collective “eeeeewwwwwwww!!!!!”
Before she started cleaning out her pumpkin, the youngest
was gung-ho:
“Time to get our hands dirty! Can I just go in?”
Yep.
“This is going to be awesome,” she said.
Yep.
She stuck her hands in the pumpkin and immediately her face looked
like someone opened some Rochefort (isn’t that a smelly kind of cheese?) and
she was not pleased.
“Ewww, this is nasty!”
I guess she got over it soon, because she started separating
seeds from pulp pretty fast.
The middle kid stuck her hands in her gourd and went crazy.
“Time to pick out the brains,” she said, with a sort-of
creepy cackle. I ignored it because it was Halloween after all.
The eldest opened her pumpkin and held the lid up by her
face.
“This is like that thingy at the back of your throat,” she
said. Ick.
They all started cleaning out their pumpkins with both
hands, turning orange up to their elbows.
“How about a hug, Mommy?” said the youngest as she tried to
grab me.
The middle child said sagely, “Like Miss Frizzle always
says, ‘take chances, make mistakes, get messy!’”
Touché.
Pretty soon, there was a quiet rhythm going. The hubby and I
each picked a pumpkin and started cleaning them out.
We had one epic-fail when we cut open a veeeery mold-filled
pumpkin and had to toss it in the compost pile.
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| "Gag!" |
Once they were all cleaned out, and we had a huge pile of
seeds for roasting, everyone started sketching their designs on their pumpkins
with a black crayon. Then we each took a little cutter and started working. Even
the youngest did her own.
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| "Ready to Roast" |
Some of our friends walked over and got into the fun. They
offered suggestions and decided to come over next year for Punkin Pandemonium 2013 because we will do it again.
When That Old Black
Magic came on, they took a break for a little creative ballroom dancing,
and The Monster Mash had them
Franken-walking around like crazy.
We lined the pumpkins up when we finished, and lit them to
guard the house while we went out for candy-gluttony. As we went inside to wash
up, the middle child asked me, “Did you know that vampires hate pumpkins more
than garlic?”
I did not.
But I do now.
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| "Mischief Managed" |
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| Guardian Dog |
