It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown

This weekend we went to the pumpkin patch!  It's a tradition we do every year with my family, and we go to the same pumpkin patch/orchard to pick our own pumpkin.  It was a little warm (okay, I sweated my pumpkins off) but we still had a lot of fun.  We took a hay ride out to the patch:



 And then proceeded to look for the BIGGEST PUMPKIN EVER (and of course it had to be in the BACK of the pumpkin patch).  Little Monster wanted a big one, so naturally we found two.  Hubsies then proceeded to break his back carrying those two pumpkins all the way back to the tractor.  I think it was literally a mile.



Grrrr...Argh...

After approximately 10 hours out in the patch (I think I lost 10 pounds just from sweat), we made it back to the hayride.  Thankfully, our hayride had gone already (actually I think 3 had come and gone by the time we were done) and there was a covered wagon type thing in its place.  It didn't have any hay, but it had a roof, which was awesome.  So we rode back to the front to pay for our pumpkins.



Little Monster with her baby cousin

  Then we proceeded to take 10 million pictures of the kids in front of the pumpkins.  Then the kids in front of the wagon wheels.  Then in front of the gourds.  Then in front another wheel.  Oh, and don't forget Grandma and Grandpa.  Then various mommies and daddies.  Oh, and then the sisters.  Ooh, don't forget the bigger cousins together.  So FINALLY, we were ready to...

Buy some apples.  But the long line was totally worth it because they have the BEST apples ever.  And they  make this slushy apple cider YUM.  Oh, and their pumpkin pie was delish.  And their kettlecorn of course.  And, I think hubs tried the caramel apple too. 

So, after a long day of hayrides, pumpkin pickin' and pictures, were were FINALLY ready to...

see the teeny piglets.

So...that one with the white stripe was totally trying to suckle the one in the back.  Poor Browny was screaming it's head off while Stripey was nipping at him.  But he didn't do anything to get him to stop.  He just let him do it, and continued to sound like he was pretty much dying.  Fight back man!  Stop the bullying!  Or dude, just run away.

Anyway, so we left the pigs to "play" (I wouldn't be surprised if later on, Stripey had put poor Browny's head on a stick and danced a tribal dance around him) and finally went home.

It was a great weekend, and we always have fun when we go.  We also picked up an awesome pukey-greenish color gourd thing so I can paint a zombie face from Plants vs Zombies on it.  Little Monster is SO excited about that.

Now we just need to find time to carry on the tradition of mutilating our pumpkins and scooping the guts out.  Happy Fall!