A Pack of Pumpkin Pickers

Wasn't it Peter Piper who picked a peck of pickled peppers? 

Olivia has been dying to get to a pumpkin patch and get our Halloween pumpkins.   Monday just happened to be my first day off work in a while, AND a lovely, warm day.  So that afternoon,  we headed down to the farm that we drive by every day, and where we had seen from the road fields and fields and fields of bright orange orbs:

  Duncan opted out of the pumpkin patch.  Halloween is not his thing.  And Will was not feeling good at all. I told him he could stay home, but he wanted to come.  He said that only two kids going to the pumpkin patch just didn't seem right.  He said it wasn't enough. His comment made me realized that  my kids have been raised in a pack.   It's just not normal if there isn't a crowd of us.  I'm glad he came, even though he felt crappy.  It just wouldn't be the same without Will.  And lucky for us, our timing was perfect, and we were able to hop right on the old hayride wagon.  It started to get crowded right after we got there.

It was a bumpy ride out to the pumkin fields, and we even got a scare from a werewolf on the way out!  Olivia had to hang on to Audrey for dear life.

Big sisters are the BEST!

Pumpkins as far as the eye could see.  How were we ever going to find the ones predestined to be our Jack-o-lanterns???

Fortunately, it didn't take long to find THE ONES.  Even though Audrey and me still feel bad about that one we picked and then put back.  It probably got all excited, thinking it was going to go home with us, and then we just tossed it aside when we found one we liked better.  Poor little pumpkin.  I put him right by the road so hopefully someone will see him and take him home.

And there you have it.  The pumpkins are now safely lined up on our porch, waiting haplessly to be decapitated, gutted and carved.