This tradition started when Logan was only 15 months old and we normally go with either family or friends. This year we were flying solo, but still had a good time. Every year we go to Thistledown Farms, ride on either a horse-drawn or tractor pulled trailer, then walk, trip and fall through the pumpkin patch until we find the perfect one. The one rule...you have to carry your own pumpkin. This used to be an inexpensive adventure, but as we have grown in number and STRENGTH it has gotten a little bit spendier (hee hee)....
The day was fun. The first thing we saw when we were walking out to look at the animals was a chicken. When we were camping, Uncle Harold, taught my kids a bunch of cute songs and one was about a chicken...so we kept singing about the chicken - and it was adorable - so I had to get a picture. For those of you curious the song goes like this:
I had a little chicken that wouldn't lay an egg
So I poured hot water up and down its leg.
The little chicken hollered and the little chicken begged
Then the little chicken laid a hard-boiled egg.
So, that is what you get when you go camping with folks raised in Indiana - I guess. Because I surely had never heard that song before, but I don't think we will ever forget it either!!
The kids had fun with the animals, even as I kept telling the girls, "now remember, you can't suck your thumb until we wash your hands real good". It's a bummer sometimes to be a germ freak...The time was fun and now we are all looking forward to cleaning the pumpkins out and Phil baking the seeds to perfection. No carving for this family, we just enjoy the look of the pumpkins on our porch and the wonderful taste of the seeds once they are cooked!!
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