Pumpkins galore

Everything fell in place for us to really enjoy the pumpkin patch this year--Blake took an early nap, the pouring rain at my house was magically not present at the farm, and my children behaved well. It was wonderful.

Carolyn was quite timid on the large hay bales. She probably enjoyed the jump off the best.
We tried for a picture of all the cousins.

It didn't work so well.

First Emilee decided it was the last thing she wanted to do.

Then Blake had erupted, seemingly out of nowhere. Ethan, who was holding him, looked at me and asked, "Um, why is he crying?" Well, because he's a little slow and he just figured out that his mom was not holding him. Blake gripped me for dear life once I picked him up again.


Unlike last year, Carolyn picked out her pumpkin in record time. It was quite the balancing act carrying a pumpkin and a baby, especially a baby who really wanted to go crawl around in the mud.


Getting her pumpkin early meant Carolyn had a lot of time to run around. This might be the first time she's ever beat Chandler in a race. I'm not saying whether or not she got a massive head start.

Pumpkin Patch

Jeremy so often misses these activities because of work, but I missed two chances this week to go out to this farm and really wanted to make it. They have cute cows there, or so I've heard.

And cute sheep, but the rooster is suspect.

Is this our pumpkin? Nope.

Not this one either. Still looking.

I found it, Mom! I found it!

We must have walked that whole field twice until Carolyn was willing to call a pumpkin her own. Who knew she could be so picky. We thought she wasn't going to pick a single one, but when she saw her pumpkin, she just knew.