I know it's not technically a great shot, but there is something about having all my children (almost all of them) in one place having fun that makes this photo perfect. The moment was even greater because I didn't have to once put my hands into a pumpkin and pull out the guts. I hate that. Not as much as I despise sticking my hand into the Thanksgiving turkey to clean out, I refuse to that. This however is not an "Allison confession of all the things that gross her out", so we will move on to the marvelous annual carve.
The children picked their pumpkins, designed their faces, and carved. They helped one another, chatted, argued (because that always happens at one point or another), and created masterpieces. I got to sit back and watch, thanks to the help and expertise of the big girls. Thank you Dad for growing such amazing carving specimens
Fred didn't want me to photograph her pumpkin, because "it didn't get done and looked stupid." I take full responsibility for any jack-o-lantern that was half finished. Dinner needed to get on the table as our evening schedule was crazy busy and at 5pm I made everyone stop and clean up. I acknowledge my mean mom status.
Loaf was having a rough time that day. I think she was tired, but napping is not in the cards for her these days, otherwise she is up until midnight and that makes so a grumpy mommy so we all just endured her whining.
Her pumpkin had this snout like feature so she ran with it and made a piggy-lantern. Gus and Arnold have helped with a jack-o-lantern festival in our city the past couple of years and they shared all the interesting designs that had been displayed in the past. People are very creative and carve some amazing things. It is its own unique art form.
As you can see, Brick is a bit skeptical. He envisioned more gore and mayhem. In the end Arnold won, perhaps because she had the knife, although she can be very persuasive. Their pumpkin was darling and Brick announced that next year he was going to be in charge.