Okay, yes, I have been remiss. Yes. I know.
I've been overwhelmed with finals, with work, with shopping, with trying to find volunteer opportunities for an 8-year-old, and with trying to find spare moments to do nothing but enjoy my limited time with family.
But now, the moment you've all been waiting for…
Last weekend (as in 10/6) we took the kids to our friendly neighborhood pumpkin patch. It was 90 degrees that day. Ninety! In October! Needless to say, none of us really felt like that was pumpkin-pickin' weather, but beggars can't be choosers.
Ethan had to high-step through the pumpkins:
Laurel, in typical Laurel fashion, passed over pumpkins in favor of clover:
We didn't find the pumpkins we wanted in the field (happens every year), but we had plenty more from which to choose:
Ethan has a lot to learn about mass times the acceleration of gravity:
However, he does appreciate the fact that wheels make transport much easier (he insisted on pulling the wagon, NOT riding in it):
For whatever reason, Laurel found the most value in a small pumpkin, a bouquet of red clover, and a stray, foot-long piece of cornstalk:
It was too hot for pumpkin-pickin', but we managed to survive (albeit drenched with sweat). Maybe next year the weather will be more seasonable.