After a delightful walk through our lovely neighborhood, filled with birds singing and children scampering, we retired to the immaculately clean, well-decorated manor to enjoy a family bonding experience over the traditional Carving of the Pumpkin. The evening was filled with the sounds of laughter and joy. I believe there was even a round of Kumbaya…
Ah, no.
Well, there was a walk, spurned on by my need to get them out. Of. THE HOUSE!
About 5 minutes into it, Oldest was angry because I (are you not 6?!) forgot his water. Then Youngest had a meltdown because I wouldn’t let him experience the power of inertia while throwing sticks into the pond. I don’t care who you are, I’m not going in after you.
I guess my Mother of the Year plaque will have to wait until 2009.
After the well-intentioned stroll (something about a path being paved with them?), we all stumbled back into the house, and I managed to get the boys stripped down just in time to greet Father at the door with smiles and lipstick (not really).
In an effort to keep the fun train steaming ahead, Dear Hubby and I decided we would go ahead and do the carving, before dinner. It might have gone better had their collective blood sugar levels not have been so low.
The beautiful pumpkin was displayed, Oldest drew on the face, and Youngest added the flourishing touch of crayon.
To be fair, I’m letting Youngest tell the rest of the story…
So I told Mama look at pumpkin – look how cute he is!! Pretty colors. And I was thinking Brother did a great job, but then Daddy came at it with a silver pokey thing. I asked Daddy what are you doing to Brother’s drawing? I screamed Daddy, stop!! Then he ripped pumpkin’s head off, and Brother stuck his hand inside pumpkin’s skull and ripped out all of his brains. I couldn’t take the horror – I ran from the room and cried and cried. Mama, that’s enough, I can’t go on…need. therapy.
Seriously, Dear Hubby even did the Robot across the kitchen to cheer up Youngest, but the go-to happy dance had lost its magical powers.
So we hurried through dinner, threw both of them in the tub, had a good laugh, and sent them to bed early.
But I think he turned out pretty cute. Don’t you?
My life – it ain’t pretty – but hands off guys, it’s all mine!
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