Pumpkin Patching

Last year we did not visit a pumpkin patch. Instead we ventured out to our local grocery store and dropped a pre-picked pumpkin into our shopping cart between the cheddar cheese and the asparagus. We came home, carved it and took a few photos of Jake propped up next to it. At the time it seemed like a nice first Halloween experience for our boy.

 But this weekend, after my sister called me to invite us along on her annual family pumpkin patch visit, I learned that we missed out last year because pumpkin patches are a must when preparing for Halloween.

Checkin' out the goats on the farm

Hey Jake, I'll race you to the pumpkin patch!

We parked the car and Jake pretty much bounded out of his car seat, pointing and shouting "pumpkin! pumpkin!" as he took off down the muddy path after his older cousin, Oliver.  The next hour was spent getting muddy, touching as many pumpkins in the patch as possible, lugging the best and roundest ones we could find into a pile at our feet, before finally selecting the very best one to take home.

It was messy, it was muddy, and it was worth it.

No more grocery store pumpkins for these Boyds!