In the past, our family has had an after-Halloween tradition of smashing the pumpkin. I did write about this once before when we lived in Hawaii, if you’re interested; we’ve been doing this for a while.
Here’s a picture from ten years ago, when we lived in Maryland:
2008 might have been the most fun Pumpkin Smash Day ever. We had half the neighborhood outside gleefully destroying our jack-o-lanterns. There’s nothing like wanton destruction to get kids excited. Ah, memories!
The tradition kind of had to go on hold while we lived in Alaska; for the past three years we haven’t been able to smash the pumpkin at all.
Because it was frozen solid. I’m not exaggerating.
Anyways, this year we were able to resurrect Pumpkin Smash Day, although we had the small complication of having multicolored “pumpkins” that I’d bought to look pretty on the porch.
It turns out that the white and green ones aren’t actually pumpkins, and aren’t really meant to be carved. The white one was particularly hard to cut into; those square eyes you see in the picture were only made possible with power tools.
So when the time came for smashing, that white one was tough.
I don’t know if you can see the photo progression here, but that sucker actually BOUNCED!
Still we did eventually break it up, and Little Boy particularly enjoyed himself.