A few weeks ago we went pumpkin picking and as usually happens when we do these kinds of semi-unstructured activities, we wound up with too many whatevers - apples, blueberries, leaves, twigs, socks belonging to other children, you get the idea. In this case, it was pumpkins.
So we culled the herd early on and sent each school-going child to school with a pumpkin or three. Let the teachers sort it out.
That left us with several at home. One went on the front stoop, because even though we don't celebrate Halloween, we didn't want our front steps to be left out of all the fun the other front steps on the block were having. Although now that I think about it, we should be honest, we do kind of semi-celebrate Halloween - we happily eat the candy that's on a fantastic sale everywhere, we give out treats to any kids who come to the door and we buy (hoard) the costumes on November 1st when the half-off sales start. So okay, maybe we don't celebrate in the strictest sense of the word, but we do benefit, so hooray America!
Enough philosophizing. So there is one pumpkin, for a reason that I still do not understand, sitting on the TV stand. I was told I was not allowed to move it so I didn't. I dusted around it. Are you laughing? Cause I am. I can't even type that with a straight face. I don't dust. Just add it to the list.
And then there was one last little pumpkin sitting on the kitchen counter just begging to be crafted with. The only problem was, I had no idea how what to do with it. I don't know how to carve a pumpkin - and anyway that didn't seem too safe with the little kiddies twirling around my feet so I moved on. I considered cooking it and pureeing it so we could bake muffins, but i couldn't do that either. That little pumpkin sitting on the counter had become like a small orange member of the family and cooking it didn't seem to be the loving way to go, so that was out.
And then while I was trying to make dinner the other day, and I had an unhappy two-year-old looking for something to do, it came to me. We didn't need to maim or otherwise hurt our pumpkin, we could just decorate it. So as the onions sauteed and the meat browned in the big frying pan so the Sloppy Joes could do their thing, we sat down with the pumpkin and the box of macaroni that was going to accompany the Sloppy Joes.
This turned out to be a great project for a two-year-old; she didn't even need that much help. First, she started by painting the noodles with blue and silver paint.
While those dried, we got out some scraps of scrapbook paper and cut out hearts because, as my baby said, "The pumpkin loves me". While I finished cooking (check out how cool the smoke looks coming out of the pan), she glued, all by herself, the noodles and the hearts to the pumpkin.
When she was done, we went over the whole thing with silver sparkly paint because "that is the pumpkin's favorite color" and let the whole gluey mess dry.
Good thing Elmer's glue dries clear because that was a new bottle of glue and now it is empty.
And now her pretty pumpkin that she says hello to every time we leave the house is sitting outside on the front steps. All by it's lonesome self. Yeah, I know there was another pumpkin outside when this whole story started. Where did it go? Beats me. Maybe it went to have fun with the other pumpkins across the street. I just hope the little guy is happy.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)