We went to a pumpkin patch and picked two orange and two white. Buck was gracious enough to help with the "gut" removal. One year, Jennifer toasted the seeds but this year ~ they got trashed. Nothing says Halloween like the smell of a freshly killed pumpkin. The girls got to help with the design options. Jennifer and I did the carving. Arie's job was to pick up some tea lights for illumination.
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I just read a poem to the girls about a dad who carves a turkey every year and also carves a little of himself too...made me think of you and your pumpkin/thumb caving. Great pics! Jen
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