What set out to be a nice, restful Sunday afternoon of family-togetherness and good ol' fashioned pumpkin carving turned out to be a mostly single-handed effort on Charlie's part. It started out great...children were all fired up about creating their jack-o-lantern designs...
And eager to cut into the pumpkins that they'd picked out weeks in advance...
McKlayne tried to keep the festivities alive as she relished in removing the slimy, stringy pumpkin seeds. I think what kept her motivated was us telling her how tasty those pumpkins seeds would be roasted in the oven with "a great deal of butter" (my kids' favorite "chapter books") and some salt. But Asher, who had returned from sulking, kept repeating, "I can't stand it...I just can't stand it."
Even my attempt at the festive treats (via here and here) could not distract him...well, they may have...just for a few minutes...but soon enough he was back to saying. "I can't stand it anymore." When he didn't seem to be getting much of a reaction out of us he said, "What does, 'I can't stand it' mean, Daddy?"
only He can clean them out and remove the stench that sin leaves. Jesus. He's the only one who can cleanse us and purify us before the Father, removing our filth and our shame. And, even more than that, He gives us a new fragrance...one that is a pleasing aroma to God.
"That smell...it's making me homesick. I'm just homesick now," is what he kept repeating the rest of the day. So, poor Charlie was left to carving all three pumpkins by his lonesome, while Asher took deep breaths of fresh air outside...
and while McKlayne played with her "baby sister girl pumpkin"...who was declared "much too plain" without a bow in her hair...and then "nice and fancy" once she wrapped the bow rubberband around her stem.
and while I took pictures of the baby. He was, as always, such a sport. He didn't so much as whimper the whole time that he was in that cold, damp, slimy pumpkin. Our precious Oliver...you are our most patient little pumpkin.
Thanks for all the drama and theatrics that you put up with, from our three little pumpkins, Char. (And from the Big Mama Pumpkin, too.) I'm thankful for the way you try to teach our kids through the ordinary and the everyday, even though some days it seems as if it's falling on deaf ears. We love you a whole, stinkin' lot.
Some Pumpkin Carving Remarks:
Maybe next year we'll just paint pumpkins? Anyone have any non-pumpin carving, pumpkin traditions?