We went last weekend to a pumpkin patch on a Christmas tree farm with the kids and my dad, and had a great time, although we had more than our share of explaining to do to Bubba.

She picked out about 50 pumpkins, looking at them as if she was selecting a wine collection. "I want this one, and that one, and that one, and that one, and some of those and oh, look over there!"

The kids had their first hay rides and two train rides each. I liked the set up of the place, with plenty for the kids to climb on and look at. They saved us the trouble of hiking out into mud by putting them into the huge piles, which delighted Bubba and made Handsome wary.

What greeted us at the entrance:

In case you had to drop the kids off at the pool while on the train ride, just jump off and take your time, and hop on the next train in a few minutes:

Random farm equipment that I could seriously hurt myself on (I could write a dissertation on the injuries I have subjected myself to in the course of my life):

What we happily took home and is now in our garage, awaiting a Diet Dr. Pepper-induced energy spurt to decorate the house in: