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Pumpkin Piercing Pleasures

The kids and I carved pumpkins last night.

We never got around to it last year, and this year, since they're all so much more grown up, they all decided that they didn't want any help with the actual carving process. Thank goodness for those new fangled pumpkin carving tools that eliminate the worry of someone cutting off a finger. When I was a kid it was regular sharp knives or nothin'. I'm surprised any of us made it to adulthood with all our digits intact.

Anywho, they chose their own designs, did their own cutting, and I think they did a great job. Can't wait to light them up tonight...

Love me some Jack-O'-Lanterns.








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  1. what cute pumpkins...all six of them ;)

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  2. Great photos, Cathy!
    Looks like you all had a great time :)

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  3. Anonymous6:32 PM

    i love kyler's hair ,guess i haven't seen him for awhile. tell the kids they did a good job on the pumpkins.ahh

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  4. Anonymous8:49 PM

    I can't wait for our kids to be able to make their own jack-'o-lanterns. Andy and I are way too serious about the whole process. Way. Too. Competitive, too :)
    Your kids did a wonderful job!

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  5. Anonymous8:49 PM

    oops, that's me, Cath. Your blogger doesn't want my real identity to be known.
    Susie

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  6. What fun! You do have beautiful children.
    Happy November, Cathy

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  7. Anonymous3:36 PM

    love those pics! the last one is perfect! hugs

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