There was a reason we went to the pumpkin patch without Bryan, as he just doesn’t understand the need for more than one pumpkin. The girls and I traipsed through the patch, picking the prettiest we could find.
Olivia’s lovie caught in the vines repeatedly, and at one point, she said, “Help! There’s a pumpkin in my way!” We took the offending pumpkin home, of course.
It took us a bit of time to load ourselves onto the hay rack, given our haul.
As the hayrack ride continued, Olivia sang the cow song (loud lyrics include: “The cow song, the cow song, the cow song, the cow song”), the pig song (“The pig song, the pig song, the pig song, the pig song”), the pumpkin song, the bird song and the farm song, among others. I think you can guess the lyrics to those as well.
Ava was most proud of her large, orange pumpkin, which I think will make a great jack-o-lantern in a few weeks.
I love the green and cream varieties myself.
It doesn’t really look like 73 pounds, does it?!
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