The pumpkins were picked. And dropped off in the yard. I had no inclination to carve yesterday, something about gusty and 40 degrees that doesn't pair well with gooey pumpkin pulp. No matter how hard this one begged:
Here's the last picture taken of the 5 kids....my mom and Amy left this morning. It was a short visit and Rylan cried on the way home from the airport. He has a hard time saying good-bye. I wish we were closer than 700 miles apart.