Which is why our pumpkin patch photos are not on Facebook this year. Because we got our pumpkins from a cardboard box at Safeway. Walking in Jack said to me, "Mom, tell dad how you used to get pumpkins when you were little. At a grocery store!". As if this was something strange to do. I don't know this might become our new tradition. The pumpkins were cheaper, there were no lines, and the most challenging part was trying to find the caramel to make caramel apples. Otherwise, we were home by noon, I had a nap, made caramel apples, carved pumpkins, drank hot cider and made dinner. Much better then spending the day fighting with everyone else in the city who decide to escape the crowds by going to an overpopulated pumpkin patch. Much, much better.
Don't we look the happy bunch?
The obligatory 'pumpkin patch' shot. Complete with price of the pumpkins, in case you were curious.
Finn found his pumpkin!
Still searching, hoping they don't fall into the box.
Micah's pumpkin, Woo-Hoo!
And finally, Jack's.
They even have nice carts to use to carry your pumpkins around. No stalking/stealing some unsuspecting fool's cart at the pumpkin patch.
How 'bout them apples?
Finn thinking, "You want me to stick my hand where?"
And, yes, we give our boys knives. What, you don't think that is wise?
Three happy boys, two not completely exhausted parents, one awesome trip to the 'pumpkin patch'.