Thursday, October 29, 2009

Carving Pumpkins

My dad came into town to pick up his retired police dog. We went out to dinner and then carved pumpkins at our house. I made Branden get the guts out of my pumpkins because I hate the yucky insides.
Branden & I were racing to finish....my dad and I tied.

We were making fun of Branden because his facial expressions were so intense. He was super focused.

This was my pumpkin....

My dad's was the witch....
And Brandens was a headless pumpkin horseman. Ok, his was most impressive. I guess his focus paid off.






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