Yesterday, we went to the Pumpkin Patch in search of the perfect pumpkins. D.P. prefers to paint his pumpkin so he doesn't have to touch all the icky pumpkin guts. He chose the smaller size as he was very conscious of our limited budget.
Fall in Florida is not much different than summer. Except fall activities are abound. Born a Yankee, it always seems surreal walking through the pumpkin patch sweating and still wearing shorts.
The kids are so funny-they really do not enjoy getting their pictures takes. They usually end up making silly faces or looking away from the camera.
D.A. kept oohing and aahing over the tiny pumpkins. She wanted to take home many little ones to decorate. I convinced her two would be enough and then we could still buy a larger pumpkin to carve.
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