Jack-O-Lantern Carving.

When Halloween creeps closer we like to give its pending arrival one final preparatory nod.  

The selection process is a delicate one and every bit a part of the tradition.

Then we gather at Uncle Sam and Aunt Lindee's house where we eat chili, mummy hotdogs, and deviled eggs. 

When the kids start getting too restless we pile into the garage where the real fun begins.

We only had one sliced finger this year (Cali, of course), because apparently it's hard to remember that knife rules still apply when you're encouraged to stab at a pumpkin with a sharp object.

For the record, this is one sliced finger more than we usually have.

Casidee was happy to sit in the background with her book and I was happy to help the kids so ours never got carved.

Tayler, the ambitious soul, picked a rather large pumpkin and by the time she had finally, finally finished cleaning the guts out, it was time to go home.

She never got around to actually carving the face into it, even after all that hard work of gutting it.

Sorry Tay.

Maybe pick a smaller one next year?

Sean's

Brynn's

Jayme's

Cali's