Today was our annual Pumpkin Carving Day. I adore Pumpkin Carving Day. It’s right up there with Christmas and Thanksgiving. We’ve carved pumpkins with the same family for 500 years, maybe more. Every year, we eat dinner together, and every year, Andrew bumps his head on the chandeliers–food and merriment abound!
They were set to arrive at 5:30. The house was tidied, the pumpkins had been freed of bugs…
…and the weird new candy corn that I bought was set out.
It tastes like gummy candy corn. Gummy candy corn? Yeah, I had the same reaction. Not so sure gummy candy corn is a good thing.
So, the house was ready, but no friends. Where were the friends? Were they stuck in traffic? Maybe behind a farm tractor?
Darling Husband arrived home staaaaaarving. “When can we order the pizza?” When our friends get here.
5:40. No friends.
5:45. A call must be made. Pizza must be ordered!
Ring-ring, on their cell phone. Andrew picks up:
“Hello?” Clink of silverware against dishes.
“Uh–hey. How’re you doing?”
“Great. I’m thinking you’re not aware that it’s Pumpkin Carving Day.”
Aside: “Mary…are we aware that it’s Pumpkin Carving Day?”
Mary takes the phone, “OH NO! I forgot!”
“Do you have your pumpkins?”
“Well, yes, because we remembered about Pumpkin Carving Day, but we just forgot it was today. What should we do?”
“Well, if it won’t mess up your evening, you’re still welcome to come on over.”
“Let me talk to Andrew. I’ll call you right back.”
And she did. They had just sat down to eat their spaghetti, but when their three boys heard “pumpkins” and “pizza” they were only too happy to cover their plates in plastic wrap and toss them in the fridge.
Half an hour later, they were all at our doorstep, pumpkins in hand. Mary was apologetic until I told her about the time we forgot that Vince was supposed to come to our house and we weren’t even home.
Let the wild carving frenzy begin! We gorged on pizza and apple crisp (thank you for your secret recipe, Brandi) and Doritos.
I took pictures. I’m very pleased with them. The ones you see here aren’t as good as the originals, because I resize my Blog pictures so I don’t use up all my free space on WordPress. Resizing them often makes them slightly blurry.
Here they are, from youngest to oldest:
Another one of Alex, because he’s very photogenic:
Mary. I love this one! Love, love, love this one! She was holding the flashlight under her chin, to look scary.
This year, Andrew did not bump his head on any of the chandeliers. It’s a Halloween miracle! The one in the hallway almost got him, but he dodged in time. That’s Andrew for you: breaking traditions.