The Pumpkin Patch

We made our annual trek out to the country for some pumpkin pickin' last weekend. We've been coming to the same pumpkin patch since Henry was a baby. And last year, we brought Frances when she was just one week old. It's one of my very favorite places for a family outing. And it was even better this year since Papa and Mimi were visiting. We picked the perfect Fall day too. It was the only day in October where it wasn't 80+ degrees in Georgia.

Henry and John were picky pumpkin pickers. Henry wanted tall and skinny. John wanted big and round. But Peter just wanted all of them. We also went on a hayride, played some cornhole, jumped on a bouncy house, and visited the farm animals. Peter wanted to climb in the pens. John was willing to look, but kept his distance. Henry wouldn't come near the animals. "Too stinky, Mama." Frances spent most of her time being held and teething on gourds. She was a happy girl.