The day before halloween was dreaded by me. You know, it means that I get to carve a bunch of pumpkins for the kids. Oh Joy! I HATE carving pumpkins. It's gross, smelly, and it makes my hands hurt like a ::insert expletive here::. But as a parent, you gotta do what you gotta do.
It starts out something like this. I cut out the top of the pumpkin and the older child squeals about how cold and slimy it is. She does her best but manages to get out 1/100th of the pumpkin guts.
The little one doesn't even try and gives me this reaction. Ugh.
So, being the awesome mom that I am, I clean and carve all three pumpkins. ::sigh::
The top one is mine. The middle one I did for Anna. And the bottom one Meredith designed and I did the rest.
Meredith decided a long time ago that she wanted to be Cinderella for halloween. Fine by me. Nice and easy and cheap. She was even growing out her hair for months and months to be able to wear it up like Cinderella. We got it all cut off the next day. Hahaha! Thank goodness. I was tired of the tangles.
I love these next two pictures because it explains perfectly in pictures how things are at my house all.the.time. Fighting over things. Stealing things from one another. I could go on and on.
We went out trick-or-treating with our neighbors (Mer's BFF) and got lots of candy.
Anna couldn't keep up so she got dropped off at home to enjoy some of her new snacks.





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