In October, Jessica (who teaches in the primary, although she wasn't Phoebe's teacher) gave her class and Phoebe a pumpkin. Jessica always brings an extra [whatever] for Phoebe (she's very sweet like that, even if she judges my attachment to my cheap tupperware).
Phoebe has insisted on being tucked into bed with that pumpkin ever since and every night we'd give the pumpkin a little squeeze to see if it was...starting to...you know...turn. Finally the day arrived that its once-rigid exterior developed a bit of give to it, if you will. We knew something had to be done sooner rather than later.
So we made a big deal about picking out the perfect orange on Sunday morning so that Mommy could make her a stuffed pumpkin to replace her real pumpkin (which we invited her to toss into the garden to see if any baby pumpkins will come of it).
Here she is picking out her orange:
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There's Benjamin behind her, giving her bunny ears |
It really turned out pretty similar to the real pumpkin:
Here's another view of Zoë in her new sweater (which she has hardly taken off since Sunday), siting beside Rachel while we played Scram (I think has been our favourite new game from Christmas).
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