Saturday, around lunch time, Grandpa remembered he needed to carve pumpkins before Grammy got home. So they started working. Note my silly girls in the back "reading" the extra newspaper that we brought out for seeds.
Here is the pumpkin display, including Kiddo's work.
This is the pumpkin my husband carved. It's the favorite of Babs. She walks up to it, pats its face, and tells it "hi." It's very sweet.
