Pumpkin Patching

The morning after the kids' party, we decided to go pick some pumpkins. The weather was decent and we thought Grammy and Papa Frank might like to tag along since they were still in town. We headed over the hill to Trax Farm early on Sunday. We have this down to a science now. We arrive at 9:30 when the STORE is open, but not the carnival. We climb pumpkin piles and pick a pumpkin and we are ready to ride rides at exactly 10:00 am when they open. And then we get the heck out of Dodge before the rest of the people arrive. Live and learn. Live and learn.

Colin had been dying for this moment. When he found out we were going to pick pumpkins he said, "I have been waiting FOREVER to go get a pumpkin!"








So 25 minutes of pumpkin climbing and Colin was still in heaven. He refused to pick a pumpkin. He kept telling us he was going to "dig and dig and dig down to the bottom to get the perfect one." Gillian did a nice job of checking things over and picking a final group to pick from. A systematic approach.

(I think the one on the far right end is the one she ended up with)

We MADE Colin get a final grouping.

And then he went and picked a totally random last pumpkin that Uncle D found and took it home. No rhyme or reason to that boy sometimes.

Then we had some fun with the carnival stuff.





Buckwheat and Alfalfa.




Then the rides opened.



Colin picked the bounce house. Gillian picked the blow up pumpkin.







Three little piggies!


Waiting for the train!


All aboard!



The obligatory Petting Zoo stop. Usually it the goats that are aggressive. And they were. But they were blown out of the water by one VERY aggressive little pig this time.



Very fun morning. But by the end we had two very, very tired birthday kids. They both slept very well that afternoon.