We went to a pumpkin patch last night. It was actually very fun, even though we were freezing by the end. We went on a hay ride and then got to pick out our own pumpkins. Easton and Cole said they wanted to find one they could hold all by themselves. Cole was being so funny. His first choice of pumpkin was a small piece of a pumpkin that had been broken, like it was really just a chunk of the shell and some seeds. I think he was just excited to see something he could pick up by himself since most the pumpkins we had passed by were huge. After I told him that it wasn't a good pumpkin he threw it on the ground and refused to touch it again so I could take a picture. Bummer. Then he found a whole one and pulled it off the vine with Seth's help. Later as we were walking along he saw one that was maybe a millimeter smaller than the one in his hands so he got excited and threw the one he had in his hands down and picked up the other one. Then he did the exact same thing again. Such a silly boy.
My handsome boys on the hayride over
Cole picking his second pumpkin
Showing off their pumpkins, they thought it was pretty cool to have a green pumpkin