Pumpkins everywhere.

In light of engaging in wholesome recreational activities, we planned our second annual trip to Bauman Farms Pumpkin Patch. Really, all I'm trying to do is create a childhood of pleasant memories for my children. This is how our day started.

"But I don't wanna go to the punkin patch!"

Lucky for Molly, we know her well enough to know she has fun once she gets there.
First stop--horsey swing. See, she's having fun already! Success.

The giant jumping pillow. Fun for kids and fun for me too. Until I get off and I feel a bit sick to my stomach. I love the lunge that lady is doing behind me trying not to fall down.
Amos finds the perfect pumpkin, except he can't lift it by himself. Half the pumpkins were rotten, I'm not sure what that was about. It seemed like kind of a waste to me. Really I was thinking, look at all that pumpkin pie that could have been in my stomach.

Molly gets ready to go down the giant irrigation tube slide, after much coaxing. After the initial try she went down at least 57 more times. Pleasant memory? Check.
Down, down, down she goes.

And the icing on the cake, a pony ride. Molly's pony was the prettiest, which is super important, don't you know. It's name was Dodger. Molly rode the pony with no need for coaxing. She jumped right up like she rode ponies every day. For a girl who gets scared to sit in Primary by herself this surprised me. And made me proud. I guess we need to start saving for a pony.