Babies in pumpkins…seriously, what is cuter?? And what has greater Pinterest fail potential? I made the very kind, willing Trader Joe’s employee scoop down to the very bottom of the “patch” to retrieve the perfect champion $3.99 pumpkin that would hold my 17 lb child. This was the year to do it. Now or never! Next year she would be too big. Not to mention she may have opinions about things like climbing into a pumpkin in her birthday suit. To take pictures. Outside.

I carved out the beast while she was snoozing at naptime. It was perfect.

I decided to capture the big moment at the end of the day, knowing full well that the post-photo shoot would involve de-sliming in the bathtub. Sounds like a good plan in theory, minus the one tiny hiccup–the end of the day is when the PHONE DIES.

Which is exactly what happened after I took this one shot:

I left her sitting there, in her little pumpkin bucket, while I sprinted to my car to charge my phone. I came back and made silly faces to get her to laugh and keep her happy. It worked! She laughed. She looked adorable. She swatted at the pumpkin and tried to eat it. So cute and not one giggle was captured in time.

My phone still had no juice. Frantic, I ran to the neighbor’s and rang their bell in hopes they would come out and snap pictures of this adorableness.

I look over just in time to see the pumpkin bucket slowly topple over and Caroline spill out on the grass. I ran over as she looked up at me, bow dangling over her eyes, and she let out a huge grin.  I scooped her up and hugged her tight. She grabbed my hair and squealed. Together, we checked on my phone, and got a few more shots out.

Just the shots you’d hope for when you put your beloved baby daughter in a pumpkin bucket.

And this is where I took it just a little too far:

She was done, done, and done. Off to the bathub for the de-sliming process!