Well, not really. M
ore like the Albertson's parking lot, but still. We went to get our pumpkins. Liam kept trying to lift the huge pumpkins by himself, and made little exertion noises when he tried to lift them. HUURRRGGGHHHHH!!! We got one that is short and squaty, with the back side looking just like a bum crack. Perfect.
Zoey was, as usual, picky. Very picky. Everything was too big. We went from the regular carving pumpkins, to the smaller pie pumpkins, which were also discriminated against for their size, and finally, in the 2 for a dollar bin we found these babies. Zoey said said when I showed them to her, "Oh! How cute! Yittle!"
Saturday, when Damon went to priesthood, we stayed home because Lil' Zoe had a low grade fever. We copied Jenn's idea and made pumpkin patches. I made a cake and then the kids helped from there. 
The focus, the technique. I am raising future gourmet chefs.
Precision. Artistic vision. Zoey had to make a fence to separate Liam's patch from hers.
What the!! How did this stuff get all over my hands!?
The finished product. Ace of Cakes ain't got nothin' on us. Liam firmly believes that pumpkins grow underground. Zoey had a meltdown when Liam reached over the 'fence' and sent one of her pumpkins into the funfetti underground. Zoey was screaming, "My pumpkin is DEAD!!!" May it rest in peace. Both kids were so sugared out that they didn't even eat the cake after we were done. Its been a great weekend.
