I always have in mind the most intricate carved pumpkins sitting on my front porch. Something out of Martha Stewart Living.
This NEVER happens. Ever. So why oh why did I think last night would be different, especially with a two and four year old.
Once they saw the sharpie permanent markers come out, it was all over.
AND this is when OCD and toddlers suck. They just went to town on the pumpkins, drawing all kinds of crazy stuff. No witches on brooms, no scary ghosts flying through the night, no spooky cemeteries.
Then it was Hubby's turn to start a carvin'. I tried to give him an elaborate explanation of what I was thinking would be "totally cute! and everyone will slowly drive by our house in awwww of our darling pumpkins" He just stared at me, shook his head and started cutting.
We ended up with your basic jack-o-lantern. Boring. I tried to do a heart but it really just looks like a big ol' hole in the pumpkin.
Looks like the whole fam is missing the professional pumpkin carving gene.
We are going to the pumpkin patch today and I am going to get lots of funky pumpkins that the Coco family can just LOOK at and take a hands off approach to the whole "pumpkin carving" ritual.
My hopes and dreams can only be dashed once a holiday.