This year, Jeff was away for the weekend with friends, so I thought it would be a good idea to take the kids to the pumpkin patch by myself.
Isn't that hilarious? We all survived, thanks to some help from family friends who met up with us there, but man oh man. It was a long 90 minutes at the farm, and not for the reason you'd think.
When it comes to trying new things and going with the flow, Ginny is a champ. She loved the petting zoo, the hay ride, and spent a good half hour walking around the field trying to pick up as many gourds as she could. Generally, a happy, excited kid.
Once we got out to the patch, he was fine (until we had to go back again), but I just don't understand this new stage of his. Maybe he was tired, maybe he was not into the whole pumpkin thing, but this stage has seriously got to end - for his sake as much as mine. I want him to enjoy the things we're out about doing. It breaks my heart that he wants to sit at home.
Oh well, whine over. Here are some pictures I got from when we were out in the patch. At least he enjoyed that part! I promise, despite all that it WAS a fun day and I'm glad we went. Hopefully, he will enjoy painting his pumpkin more than he enjoyed retrieving it.