The kids finally convinced John and I to carve pumpkins tonight. This is the first year that the kids have gone for scary pumpkins, and I blame it completely on Brigham. He started, and it just spread. The only one who didn't sucker into was Paul. Paul knew he wanted bats from the get-go and never changed his mind. So, here they are, on our front porch.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgrMQrYPnXH4pcG2h9BB9-IlEGfh1emNMrwAc7r23maptPAd4q3EnKAi-QjU2gMWH50WXNHgF9uwIZDS4fG-sk1lBWmTsIt_f4QG-Vp_0UGmEJBtr-TFmWNTUt8c102x1_L9WJqnDXF8/s640/CIMG3623.JPG)
Joy
Paul
Brigham
Hyrum
After having carved most of these pumpkins on my own (poor John was wiped out after having taken care of the kids all day so I could rest up from my cold), I look forward to the time when the kids are big enough to wield knives on their own.