For the last four years we've gone to the Oil Ranch in Texas to get our pumpkins. It was a bit of a tradition & I was quite worried about finding a place to live up to the pumpkin patch hype in Luci's mind.
I need not have worried.
I was on the lookout for a pumpkin patch up north so we could talk our fabulous Aunt Krista (Uncle Todd was on a big golfing trip) the Great into enjoying the day with us (they live north of Denver, we live south). Enter, Anderson Farms, right in The Great's town.
Clay liked this sign...
Fear the goat! Go Navy!
The top of tire mountain with Aunt Krista the Great!
The happiest Hugh was all day...staying put in a stroller for hours was not his idea of fun.
My girl is ALL ABOUT the face paint.
A heart rainbow for her (big shock), and a 'Broncos' for Gus.
Riding in the barrel train...pulled by a riding lawn mower!
Pumpkin Chunkin!
Good thing Dad is strong. Gus slept the entire wait (a long, long, wait) for the hayride to the pumpkin patch.
Hugh fussed. A.LOT.
So while Dad & Aunt Krista took the big kids to find pumpkins, I stayed with Hugh...who finally gave up & went to sleep!
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