It wouldn’t be fall unless you were inundated with a ridiculous amount of pumpkin photos. So this post is me, doing my part to help the cause. You’re welcome!
I have been feeling like such a sloth lately but this past weekend I forced myself and my boys to get up and out of the house and go to a pumpkin patch. I’m in the chapter of this pregnancy when we don’t really know how many more free weekends we have before little sis arrives, so I wanted to make sure we got our pumpkin patch on before it’s too late and my boobs are perma stuck in someone’s face and I can’t leave the house for eleven years.
I’ve decided that even though I’m 187 weeks pregnant, I’m going to embrace the fall season with arms wide open. Whatever that means. So far I’ve decorated our house in Halloween decorations and made pumpkin muffins and bought pumpkin spice syrup to dress up my morning coffee. There are a couple of baking pumpkins on the counter just waiting to be turned into soup, and a vanilla pumpkin candle burning right in front of me as we speak. And now we can cross pumpkin patch off the list as well. Crushing it.
In other news, we have yet to install the baby’s car seat or pack a hospital bag. So at least I have my priorities straight.
Anyways, here are some photos from our little pumpkin outing, if you care to see!
I mean. This photo is what us basic moms live for. Am I right?
Crosby is all talk when it comes to horses. Here he’s like “heyyoo horsies!” and then the horses come walking over and he craps his pants and runs away.
After looking at these photos, I realized that I’ve officially entered the puffy face stage of pregnancy. Or maybe it’s the corn dipped in butter and rolled in salt that did me in.
Me and my 3 babies. Crosby, baby sister, and corn dipped in butter and rolled in salt.
He’s “hugging” his pumpkins because he’s the cutest person on planet earth.
That’s it! Thanks for playing. And happy pumpkin-ing to you and your families!
This weekend we took Crosby to the sweetest little pumpkin patch. I know it’s super cliché but I love doing these kinds of things as a little family. Pumpkin patches, Easter egg hunts, cutting down Christmas trees, beer festivals…. these are the moments people! It was especially fun to bring Crosby back to a pumpkin patch this year since last year he slept through the entire thing. (What a baby.) I think he had fun this time? It can be hard to tell because in certain new situations he pretty much refuses to smile. He’s super curious and wants to explore and check everything out… but smiling? No thank you. He can be such a ham sandwich sometimes. Gawd, I love him.
We usually go to the pumpkin patch on Sauvie Island but we decided to try a new place this year. There was so much junk to do! There was hay rides and pony rides and farm animals and hay mazes (scary) and a giant slide and face painting. Aaaaand a 24 Hour Fitness booth? No seriously. There were gym employees standing at a booth handing out flyers. ??? I don’t know, I don’t get it either. But it didn’t seem to be generating too much traffic. Likely because it was parked right in front of the general store that sold apple cider and milkshakes and the best dang apple cider donuts you’ve ever had. We bought a bag, which didn’t even last through the end of the day. So I guess maybe I understand the reasoning behind the 24 Hour Fitness booth? I mean, Halloween is basically the unofficial beginning of the holiday eating season.
Speaking of which, how ridiculous would it be to take my maternity pants out of storage and “repurpose” them as holiday eating pants? Am I on to something? Or am I on something?
So anyways. Back to the pumpkin patch! The only thing I didn’t love about this new patch we went to is that it actually wasn’t… a patch? As in, you can’t actually go and pick your pumpkins. Instead, they have pre-picked piles of pumpkins to choose from. Which isn’t terrible, but I take pumpkin picking preeeeetty seriously. I love the thrill of a good pumpkin hunt. (I lead an exciting life.) So choosing a pumpkin that someone else already picked didn’t exactly give me the same thrill as searching and finding the perfect one in a field. And also? When we were perusing the pumpkin piles, one of the workers brought in 3 giant bags of food from McDonald’s for the crew. It was kind of off-putting. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good french fry. But watching people chow down on quarter pounders sort of took the charm out of the pumpkin hunting. (More and more, I’m starting to understand the need for the 24 Hour Fitness booth.)
Ok anyways, pictures!
Kind of a smirk??
Happy pumpkin hunting season!