Pumpkin Carving

Yep. I'm behind. But then, you really would expect nothing less, right? I mean if I actually stayed caught up on what is going on you'd really think something was wrong. (There probably would be or it's 8 years from now when there are no children home.)

I decided to just jump to the most current thing I have and fill in later. (Well, latest to the extent it means, the pictures have been downloaded.)

Pumpkin carving begins with a trip to Burt's. (You will recognize that Burt's comes before carving hence no blog about that yet.) The boys carefully pick out their pumpkins after going on the hayride.

This one really has nothing to do with pumpkin carving. I am taking a Photoshop class on cleaning up eyes in portrait pictures or head shots. Just practicing.

We...in fairness, Christopher...used all kind of tools. I think this is the first year that neither Keith nor I had to help. Totally by his lonesome. He did, however, wait until I was back from a trip so I could take pictures.

At first he was concerned that he didn't print out a pattern, but soon decided to go with just a traditional face. He went right to work.

Within minutes, his face was taking shape and pumpkin pieces were flying everywhere.

And, then something went drastically wrong. Our pumpkin ended up shot in the forehead and with a knife through his skull. I go inside for a minute and this is what I came back to. Glad I don't know everything that goes on inside the mind of these guys.

Happy Halloween!

After our trip to North Georgia, Christopher painstakingly carved his pumpkin with a little help from his dad.

It had to be just perfect. He plans for Halloween night for months - picking out exactly the perfect costume.

James didn't trick or treat last year, but he couldn't be outdone by his little brother. Quite a stroke of creativity from him...a redneck. I think his dad was concerned that much of the wardrobe came from his closet :) You probably can't read it, but his name tag says, "Hi, my name is Joe Bubba." I think that sounds more like south Alabama than south Georgia.

Never to be outdone....Christopher as a commando or army soldier or something like that. The best surprise was that his spend-the-night company came as a soldier, too. No advance planning. They were a pretty cute cool pair. (Boys are not cute I was told every time someone told them they had great costumes and looked cute.)

Pretty vicious.

I just thought they were cute. (And, oh, did I mention we came back with 15+ pounds of candy in what must have been the most miserable trick or treating I have ever done - cold and raining. The payoff has clearly been worth it. They have spent a really, really long time sorting and trading candy.)