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Cutest Pumpkin In The Patch

Standing on a big mound of cotton with my boys...

while at the pumpkin patch in Randall's home town this week.

Randall and I had never been to a pumpkin patch. It was a memory for all of us. I do think Henry was the cutest pumpkin in the patch, don't you?!

Randall said the pumpkins were in a gourd patch and not a pumpkin patch. They were brought into the patch. I had to laugh...only Randall. Henry loved all the pumpkins. We did not buy him one there though because in true Randall and Abby fashion we realized the same pumpkin was $3.80 at Walmart!


Henry and his Daddy are too cute.
I loved that we got to take Nana with us. Nana loved it too.
Henry loved playing with all the pumpkins on the ground. It was really cute to watch him.
Henry and his Nana are a perfect pair.

These photos made me laugh.
Taking these with a 10 month old is not real easy.

I heart this one the most!
Look at the facial expressions....crack me up!

I may be out of touch, but I do not remember anyone going to a pumpkin patch when I was a kid. Is this a new fad/craze that started over the past decade? None the less, it was a fun memory and I am sure we will continue to find a patch to visit each year...and then swing by Walmart and buy Henry a pumpkin on the way home!


Abby

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Kelley said…
I had never been to a pumpkin patch either growing up. I took MK when she was about 2. We have gone very year since. She loves it.

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