A few years ago I posted pictures of my kids at the “pumpkin patch” (a.k.a. the local Methodist church that uses their land to host games and treats and imported pumpkins) and the cuteness was overwhelming. (Warning: if you click on that link above, your uterus – if you have one – will twitch). I did not go into any details about the craziness that was wrangling an infant and two little boys during “Family Fun Day”.
I made it look like it was basically no work at all.
But this year, I am keeping it REAL.
Yes, we did go to the same pumpkin patch last Saturday. It’s a tradition. And I love those.
Traditions and pumpkins. And Fall.
So, yes, I got some cute shots of my kids but there are also some outtakes too. And I might as well include them because man, they are freakin’ fun.
And to REALLY keep it REAL, it was SO hot and humid. Like sweat-dripping-down-my-back hot and humid. Not very Fall-ish at all.
And K spit out the caramel that Tim gave her into my hand! because it was too big for her mouth and then I needed a baby wipe STAT. (side note: I may NEVER stop carrying baby wipes)
Plus there was painting of pumpkins and I would have dressed my kids in lesser nice clothing had I known that was coming. Whose idea was that because now my kids were covered in paint although their pumpkins turned out pretty cute!
Also? Shortest, hottest hay ride EVER. But we still had fun sitting on prickly bales of hay while Tim made jokes the entire time by saying “HEY!” every time he saw some. But I laughed every time so I can’t really talk.
So there ya have it, pumpkins, painting, sweating and A.B.C. caramels. All in a day’s work for some cute pics of kids AND pumpkins.
p.s. I am not even sure I can talk about how tall my oldest child looks in this first picture because then I might start “sweating” from my eyes…
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