On our third and final "fall outing", our family went to a nearby farm to pick our own pumpkins. To our surprise, the "pumpkin patch" was actually a small family farm across the street from a private residence that sets up a whole shebang in their front yard each fall. We played on haybales, rode in a train, and then took a wagon across the road to pick our own pumpkins.
Kara was our wagon driver, hauling our loot from the patch to our van across the street.
Jack enjoyed trapsing around the patch and picking up any pumpkin that was small enough for him to carry. This time, it was a white one.
Jenna was on a quest to choose the largest pumpkin that she could carry. Even if it was a struggle.
Jenna and Kara were also sure to pick a few blossoms and vines to bring to their teachers at school. Both thought they would be the perfect addition to their classroom science tables.
All three kids enjoyed taking a "train" ride. The owner rigged up several plastic barrels as train cars, attached them to his riding tractor, and drove the kids around the front yard for an extended amount of time. Aside from the gas fumes from the tractor, nobody seemed to mind the make-shift train. It was hard to tell who enjoyed the ride more: the kids, or the operator.
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A view of our front porch pumkins, courtesy of Grandma Muehleck and Buck. They came to visit with a small pumpkin for each grandchild, and a bag full of permanent paint to decorate with. Thanks Grandma and Buck!
Our family artist, Buck, hand drew the faces on each pumpkin, and the kids got to paint in the faces. Since Jack was napping, Buck painted one for Jack too.
