Pumpkin Picking

Every year we go to the pumpkin patch I go with these grand images in my head about how amazing and special and perfect the experience will be. Then we get to the 'farm' and it's always slightly less than what I envisioned.

This year we went only to find we'd chosen the second busiest weekend of the year. The place was swarming with people. It was pure craziness.

Upon entering we immediately hit up the wagon ride where we took a trip around the farm and watched a pumpkin shoot out of a cannon. I thought it was the coolest thing, Marcus found it to be just meh.

A quick trip through the petting zoo where Marcus pet exactly one goat and one sheep and called it good.

We sped through other obligatory pumpkin patch check list items.

The "How Tall This Fall" measurement... check.
The back of a wagon.... check.
The inside of a tractor cabin... check.
A quick run through a hay bale maze... check.

We decided to skip the corn maze. Marcus wanted to pick pumpkins like a fat kid wants a piece of cake, and Julia was more interested in eating and snoozing. There's always next year to get lost among the corn, I suppose.

Then we were off to the main event. Pumpkins of course!

Grandma was along for the fun, so she, Marcus, and Scott went on the hunt for the most perfect pumpkins in all the patch. Julia and I hung out along side the rows of pumpkins and watched from afar.

Between pumpkin picking and wheelbarrow riding, Marcus was having a grand old time. 

I did managed to snag these little gems.

I really need to get Marcus to ease up on his "cheese" game, and Julia, poor girl had no idea what the heck was going on.

Naturally I made the four of us pose in the patch. The trip didn't happen if a family photo isn't taken.

Five pumpkins, and one hour from start to finish, later, our pumpkin fun was done.

Though we hastily made our way through the patch, and the experience was slightly lacking, we still found some pretty legit pumpkins that are nearly as big as Marcus.

That evening during night time prayers when we asked Marcus what he was most thankful for he chose pumpkin picking. So, I suppose in his little world our trip to the patch really was everything it was meant to be and more.