Picking a pumpkin from the patch

Last weekend we finally made it to the pumpkin patch.

I was way more excited to go than Ella was….

Obviously. This might be my favorite picture from the day. Does that make me a bad parent? I can’t blame her, three of the five teeth this girl is getting finally broke the gum line. Can’t feel good to have so much going on at once. She perked up when we went to see the goats, chickens and ducks.

Duck is one of her favorite words, so seeing one that isn’t rubber was  pretty exciting until the mean looking chicken tried to ruin the party. So we attempted a family picture….

and a picture of Ella smiling…

Once we got our fill of small farm animals and gave up on our feeble attempts at a good picture, it was Barrel Train time.

Can I just say ouch? The barrels are definitely not parent size, but Ella loved it.

Ella’s favorite part of the entire morning was probably our ride out to the patch to get our pumpkins. I think she likes the wind in her hair.

She knew exactly which pumpkin she wanted and though Josh tried to offer her other ones, she wanted the very first one she saw.

Josh picked a family sized pumpkin and we headed back to the farm.

The red wagon we used to cart our pumpkins was a big hit too. Finally a real smile!

Ella was wiped out when we got home.She went down for a nap and I made some delicious pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Recipe to come.

One thought on “Picking a pumpkin from the patch

  1. Look at you pretty girls! I can’t believe how big and grownup she looks. Even the crying pic is gorgeous and, I must be a bad parent, too, because those are always my favorite.

    We have yet to make it to the pumpkin patch this year – hopefully this weekend.

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