Pumpkin Patching

Going to the pumpkin patch is supposed to be one of those fun family happenings where you capture your children's smiles in utter fall perfection.  And in the few years now that I've been a mom, I haven't been that fortunate.

Ahem.  See?

The baby is either fussing because they didn't nap on the way out there like you just knew they would.  Or the boy won't smile because the sun is shining too brightly in his eyes.  Or it's raining.  Or it's 97 degrees.  All things that can potentially damper a fun pumpkiny outing.

Nevertheless, you go.  You stand in line and walk around with other parents and their kiddoes because it's fall.  You go because you want your kids to remember how you always did the same things every year.  Because you are building traditions and making memories and enjoying the little family you've built through the years.

For once, an October in South Texas actually feels like fall.  This past weekend, the boys had to wear long sleeves and everything.

We attempted pictures.

 

 Tommy rode a pony for the first time and had this whole one-handed John Wayne swagger going on.  

 He was quite proud of himself.  I think we all were though.

 We went on a short hayride where I was almost sure we were going to plummet to our deaths into a drainage ditch.  But we didn't.....so it all worked out.

We bought pumpkins.  We enjoyed October's sunshine.  And we made memories - even with un-napped babies and that one perfect pumpkin patch picture that still to this day eludes me.  But we were together as a family.

And even without the perfect picture to prove it - it really was quite perfect.