Our Day at the Pumpkin Patch with Punkin

This morning the whole gang - yes, that means all three of us - got up and went to the pumpkin patch. Actually it is called Old Baker Farm, but they have a huge pumpkin patch and it just sounds better saying we went to the pumpkin patch, doesn't it? Anyway, we went. The end.

No, really, there is more. Punkin had a ball. Right now I'm trying to concentrate on this post while attempting to ignore the snoring of hubby which I can hear from the other room. He's always so agreeable when it comes to getting Punkin down for his nap when he is here. Funny, he always seems to accidentally fall asleep, too. Men.

So we got there and there were about ten shit loads of people there already. I hate crowds, so I was immediately wishing we had just stayed at home and ate Eggos and turkey bacon, but I was there and Punkin was excited so we went on in. If I was M I would have had the sense to take a pic of the parking pasture as I'll call it. But I'm not, so I didn't. Just imagine though, ok?

We trek walk up to the entrance and it is $9 each to get in. Of course they are taking cash. Luckily I grabbed $30 when we left, intending on spending it on drinks and goodies. I didn't even think about having to pay admission. But at least we were able to get it, even though we had to by pass the kettle corn, roasted corn, candy apples, etc. Are you getting hungry just thinking about it? I am.

They had tons of little pedal tractors all over the place. Notice hubby has on boots as he was sure we would be knee deep in mud since it rained yesterday. The wife is always wrong about these things. Right?

Punkin had a fit to get on each and every one, though he refused to pedal them. Hubby had to be the power for him today. They had this big flatbed truck thingie with mesh sides - I have no idea what these are called - half full of cotton. You crawled in one end and basically played in it like it was a trampoline. Punkin had a blast! He didn't want to get out of it. There was cotton all over the ground for about four foot all around it even though the girl kept telling the kids (and some adults) to quit throwing it out.

I would have taken a photo of the truck, but I only brought my "good" lens and I'd have had to have walked about half a mile away to have been able to get the whole thing in the frame. I either need money for more lens or a cheap ass camera with no adjustments! Or maybe I just need to take a photography class to learn to use what I have. That's probably the best idea.

Punkin was all excited about seeing hay, too.This was in front of the hay maze, but being the overprotective parents we are we didn't want him to get in it and get snatched lost, and being the little smarty pants grown man that he is he didn't want us to go with him. So he just had to pout a bit.There were all of the standard farm animals to see, plus some adorable bunnies. Punkin went nutso as he's been dying to go to "the barn" here lately. They were for the most part behind chicken wire, so the photos aren't worth posting. Though the old Rebel did an admirable job of focusing on what was behind the chicken wire. I guess I'll keep it.

There were really pretty flowers all around, but again I'm not so good with the remembering to use the camera, so I only got one photoThey had hay rides (a tractor pulling a huge wagon with wobbledy sides with hay to sit on) to the pumpkin patch. Thankfully this, and the pumpkins themselves, were included with admission or we would have been screwed.

Here are photos of Punkin NOT posing or even looking at me while we rode in the wagon.

The leg you see is some chick he picked up on the ride. He wouldn't even sit with us. What a ungrateful little shit ladies man, huh?

Here is the pumpkin patch
and Punkin scouring the ground for the perfect pumpkin. He wanted a green one, but none of them were green enough for him.

He's still lookingAnyway, we ended up walking back to the "farm" and by that time we were all worn out and I was tired of carrying my pumpkin so we left. At Punkins request we went to Dairy Queen and had a strawberry sundae.

These are our pumpkins, from l to r: Hubby's, Punkin's, Mine.

Hubby's will get carved, the other two will just sit and bask in their glorious pumpkiniferousness. Spell check didn't like that word. Did you? I think its just dreamy!

While photographing the pumpkins (pumpkin is too close to Punkin - I keep leaving the P out and having to go back and add it!) I notice something in the remains of my flowers

Do you see it?

A opportunistic tomato plant has made itself at home in the midst of my flowers. I think it was probably hiding from Punkin who has ripped every other tomato off the vine before it had a chance to ripen. Natural selection at work. Only the ones who can walk away and hide survive around here!