Taking the kids to the pumpkin patch is one of my favorite things of all time. I literally LIVE for it and have been know to drive hours (and spend an ungodly amount of money) to find the best ones. A quality my husband finds super sexy. 😉 I continue to add to our pumpkin collection every time we go to the store all through the month of October. Another trait my husband just can’t resist. You really cannot have too many pumpkins on your front steps or scattered throughout your home. We have a few local patches in our area that are just the best and this year we lucked out with the BEST weather on the days we went. All the praise hands!
How I imagine the pumpkin patch going is usually very different from how it actually goes. I imagine kids frolicking around, smiling for family photos, eating apple cider donuts to our hearts content, and choosing a pumpkin or two to take home to carve. How it actually goes: sweating my butt off while chasing around a wild toddler, the two older girls running in opposite directions. Me, huffing it up the giant slide in order to gracefully tumble down into a pile of hay head first. Realizing everyone in the state of Washington has also decided to go to said pumpkin patch. Break up arguments over who gets to hold the map for the corn maze, pick up toddler who has slipped in a gigantic mud puddle. Realize you forgot to bring a change of clothes for the toddler. Also, you’re out of wipes. make 16 trips to the bathroom snapping a handful of photos where nobody is looking at the camera. Spend approximately $213 on donuts and pumpkins. Pile into the car exhausted, covered in dirt and hay, with more than one child crying. Mysteriously lose a boot but don’t realize it until your 15 minutes down the road. Followed by arguing the whole way home about who gets to paint which pumpkin what color and a toddler who has fallen asleep in the car so a nap at home is completely out of the question.
Success, baby!!! I freaking love the pumpkin patch!