The plan was to carve our pumpkins with cousins but thanks to the piggy flu that wasn't to be. So while Trace was drugged up on motrin and feeling pretty good we hauled them all inside and started cutting.
Decisions, decisions, trying to decide what they want.
Digging in. Paige prefered the one-seed-at-a-time method.
(this picture is for those who think Paige's hair is always perfect)
The finished products. Doesn't Trace look great? That's the
piggy flu on motrin!