Kate Wicker

Storyteller & Speaker

  • Home
  • About
  • Contact

The Great "Rumpkin"

Some moms have a thing for baby toes. I, on the other hand, can’t get enough of baby and toddler tushes. There’s something so squeezable and well, cute, about those soft, round bottoms. Wish I could say the same thing about my bum’s softness…

Well, for Halloween this year we decided to make the grandparents cards with pictures of the Great Rumpkins. Yes, we made “bumprints” of the girls’ bottoms, which bear (or should I say bare?) a striking resemblance to pumpkins. (The rumpkin to the left belongs to Madeline; the one below to the right is Rae’s.)

Want to make your own rumpkin? Here’s how:
1. Fill a shallow baking dish or piece of Tupperware with orange, nontoxic poster paint*. I actually used a tinfoil, disposable lasagna tray to minimize cleanup time.
2. Dip your kiddo’s bum in the orange paint. If your rumpkin model is a girl, be careful not to get paint in other, nearby sensitive areas.
3. Transfer orange bum to a piece of black construction paper and gently press the bottom onto the paper, leaving a lovely “bumprint.”
4. Allow to dry for a few hours.

*You can also use nontoxic fabric paint and make rumpkin t-shirts.

Happy Halloween!

Share this:

  • Email
  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Pinterest
  • Pocket

Like this:

Like Loading...

Related

· October 29, 2007 · Tagged With: Crafts · Filed Under: Kate's Blog

Hi, I’m Kate

I’m a wife, mom of five kids, writer, speaker, storyteller, bibliophile, runner, eating disorder survivor, and perfectionist in recovery. I'm the author of Getting Past Perfect: Finding Joy & Grace in the Messiness of Motherhood  and Weightless: Making Peace With Your Body.

I’ve tried a lot of things in my life – anorexia, bulimia, law school, teaching aerobics, extended breastfeeding, vegetarianism, trying to be perfect and failing miserably at it – and through it all I’ve been writing. And learning to embrace the messiness of life instead of covering it up, making excuses for it, or being ashamed of my brokenness or my home’s sticky counters.

Nowadays I’m striving every single, imperfect day to strike a balance between keeping it real and keeping it joyful.

 

“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”

―Flannery O'Connor

Copyright © 2025 Kate Wicker · A Little Leaf Design

%d