If you take Max to the Pumpkin Patch

If you take Max to the Pumpkin Patch...it will be a cold and blustery day.

He will need to bundle up. This will include a long sleeved pumpkin shirt,

downy vest, and coat with hood up.

 

 

He will jet out of the car and into the patch.

He will run up and down the rows barely stopping to admire the pumpkins.

 

 

He will stop to play in the fort made of corn stalks.

And, (not pictured) ride on the plastic bouncy ponies.

 

 

He will also stop to help grandmim and grandpa adjust their stack of pumpkins.

He will attempt to lift pumpkins that are wayyyyyy to heavy.

 

 

Then, he will briefly consider a pumpkin to grace our front porch.

It will also be too heavy for him to lift (despite the grunting).

 

 

Then, he will consider one more his size.

 

 

He will decide it's just perfect.

 

 

Then, he will demand you pull him and his perfect pumpkin up to the register

in a wagon.  The handle to wagon will accidentally clock him in the head.

He will demand his paci. 

 

 

He will pick out a more suitable wagon.

You will pay and off you will go!

 

 

But...the fun doesn't stop there! Oh no, you will venture to Windmill Farms.

 

 

You will remember fondly all of the pumpkin patch trips of your youth to this very farm.

You will quickly purchase hayride tickets without question.

You will wait in line...while Max shouts "tractor" every time one goes by.

(sidenote: you will have convinced Grandpa to give you his beloved Browns hat!!!)

 

 

The hayride will start out okay.  Then the tractor will pick up speed.

This will NOT make Max happy. He will start to say "go back".  A LOT.

Then random creatures will start to jump out of the woods.

You will realize that although it didn't say the hayride was haunted.  It is.

It will take a painstakingly long time to get to the "patch".

The patch is really just a couple of rows of pre-picked pumpkins lined up in a field.

 

 

Once back from the patch - Max will warm up to all of the animals (there were soooo many).

Peacocks. donkeys, sheep, llamas....oh my!

 

 

And you will finally pick the perfect pumpkin...a startling 31 pounder! 

Perfect for the front porch....and we all survived.

 

XoXo

 

p.s. round two: this weekend!