We can't celebrate without the annual pumpkin carving. Thursday we got out the knives, pumpkin scoopers and mini saws and got to work. Everybody found their own design, carved their own pumpkin, needed only minimal assistance, and no blood was shed. Huzzah!
All finished!
Lighting up the dark.
Michael's masked jack-o-lantern.
Grace's bat. This one took the longest by far. Her perfectionism took over.
A truck. Yes, this is Ethan's. It's hauling a pumpkin, which is a little hard to see. He made modifications later so the pumpkin lit up.
My cannibalistic pumpkin. He actually looks like he is smoking a fat one. C'est la vie.
Libby's standard pumpkin. She was done first. She also made the biggest mess. How is that even possible? I think the lines are smoke from the candle. Mentally edit them out, please, I haven't the energy to do it digitally. (Editor's note: they're lens flares.)
Sam's cyclops. After Ethan and I used a mini pumpkin, Sam needed one as well. Inside his cyclops in a mini cyclops who had been eaten.
I may have spent way too much money on pumpkins. The house may have ended up covered with orange guts. But I don't care. The pumpkins are cute. The seeds are roasted. Fall is celebrated. Life is good.
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