On Saturday, we took a trip to the ole "pumpkin patch." I put "pumpkin patch" in quotation marks because here in the desert, it's hard to find an authentic pumpkin patch where pumpkins are growing on vines. Instead, many places truck in pumpkins and toss them in a field. Voila! Pumpkin Patch!
Thankfully, toddlers don't know the difference.
Not to sound too grumpy, but it was also 98 degrees this weekend. I wasn't feeling the autumn spirit. I missed my sweaters and hot apple cider. Kris and I found ourselves sweating and hurrying the kids along....
Quick! Pick out a pumpkin! Okay, now sit on this tractor and smile for a photo! (Notice B's tatts. She found the leftovers from the birthday party, and now she's working on a full sleeve.)
Time to go!
They had a great time, and we had a great time watching them have a great time. That's the way parenthood is sometimes.
So when we got home, we let the kids paint their pumpkins instead.
And, we made some glazed pumpkin donuts, which helped us get in the spirit a little more.
Not enough to dig out my sweaters, but it helped.