if i said i hadn't dreamt of taking my first born to the pumpkin patch for years....i would be lying. the pumpkin patch is among my favorite of all adventures. so much that i went each year, well before mr. finn came along.
so this trip to the patch was extra special. what i did not anticipate is that it would be nearly 90 degrees with no shade in sight...and this lady is not a fan of that kind of heat, both for herself, and for her fair skinned boys. our stay was short, but oh the fun we had.
finn's first hayride!
daddy and finn in search of the perfect pumpkin. i like the white pumpkins best. daddy likes the big orange ones.
finn really loved the patch. so much that not one little whimper escaped from those little lips of his. not even when mama made him sit in the prickly hay for a little photo. i just couldn't resist.
we left the patch with more pumpkins than we planned on, a bit of sweat on our brows and a little boy who can't wait for next year when he can pick out his very own perfect pumpkin (despite the blase expression on his face in the above picture :).
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