Of course, you can't tell from photos. Everyone looks whine-free, happily scooping out pumpkins they each picked out themselves. But trust me. There was a way-too-late dinner of mac-n-cheese followed by adults finishing the children's work all while being serenaded by a crying baby.
In the end, I was left carving out the designs they clumsily penned onto the pumpkins while they watched halloween cartoons. J rocked the baby. We all stayed up an hour past our bedtimes to light the pumpkins and watch them flicker in the dark.