Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin.

It occurred to us recently that in the five years we've been married, we've only carved pumpkins once. And that was before any of our children were born.

Yeah, we're a little behind on that tradition...

So, to make up for lost time, I took advantage of FHE night to journey out on the grand adventure of selecting the perfect pumpkins. Perhaps we could have gone to a pumpkin patch on a quaint little farm...but instead we went to Harmon's grocery store. Just as good, right?

Carving was entertaining. Jane wanted nothing to do with the innards. "Super gross and disgusting," she said.

Megan had no problem with it.

Ben kept a respectful distance from both the mess and the sharp knives.

Jane had a lot more fun with the actual carving part. She perked up quite a bit.

We all designed our pumpkins on paper before we started carving. Jane really did draw her face--I was impressed. Megan, on the other hand, wasn't getting the whole face concept. We tried to ask her what kind of face she wanted--happy, sad, scary--and all she said was pumpkin. Repeatedly. So, Chris carved her a pumpkin on her pumpkin.

And the final products:

left to right

Megan, Jane, Chris, Laura

Hooray for belated celebration of a long-standing holiday tradition!

P.S. Happy Birthday Amanda!!