Pumpkinpalooza

Fall is in full swing here in Ohio and we are taking full advantage off all the goodness it has to offer.  I cannot get enough of pumpkin anything and everything.  Including pumpkin farms.  We've managed to get ourselves to three so far this season.

Soooo, when Paul asked what I wanted to do this year for my birthday I eagerly volunteered going to the pumpkin farm.  Lucky for me, Paul enjoys doing all the festive type family things.   

We intended to go apple picking, which the farm also offered, until we realized it was Pumpkinpalooza.  We all know how I feel about pumpkins and I'm pretty sure anything that ends in palooza guarantees a good time.  Well, maybe not anything, but anyway, our decision was made. Pumpkinpalooza beat out apple picking and my theory about paloozas proved true.  It was a good time.  

I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.  

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Elena's first hayride

My loves

Picking the perfect little pumpkin

The cutest pumpkin in the patch

Classic

I was the mean mom who totally found humor in the fact that my child was hysterical over the scarecrow.  She certainly lived up to her name and scared the shit outta my kid.  And of course we are the classy parents who capitalized on the moment and took lots of pics.

Luckily, the tears didn't last for long.  We had a great day.  Hayride- check.  Pumpkin- check.  Food- check.  Scarey Scarecrow- check. Mama even got some cotton candy and ate the whole damn bag herself. 






Truly an awesomely fun day.  With my two favorite people on the whole planet.  The perfect way to usher in the big 3-5.  Happy Birthday to me.  It sure was.