Here are a few pics of us boys and the pumpkins we carve. When I say we carve I mean Shayla and I carve while the boys run around the garage playing with toys. It was fun none the less. Scott's came down with a rare cleft lip that caused some extra space formed between his mouth and nose. We are not experienced enough for Scott because neither of us know how to make the eyebrows and the eyes without it looking like the pumpkin just saw a pie crust, whip cream and a knife. Adam didn't really have much to say about how his turned out. The forth pumpkin must have gotten into some pumpkin schnapps because it would not stand up by itself. That one found the trash can. I wonder if you can guess which one is mine? All I know is if they lose to Penn State Saturday there will be a video of me playing Babe Ruth to the pumpkin.
Still no luck with the video camera yet. It will come.
