You never have to ask my kids twice to come to the pumpkin patch. It is quite the tradition for us. We always go to the same one. This year was slightly different because we went at night, but the kids had as much fun as ever.
It was surreal to remember Isaac too little to lift the pumpkin or Riley at the pumpkin patch a few weeks old weighing less than the pumpkin we took home that year. They're so grown up; in fact, they were a bit hard to handle. Nothing terrible just getting over excited, wandering away, piling my lap with unwanted pumpkins.
It's these yearly traditions that become the benchmarks for me. "Oh, it's our second Halloween in this house." or "Time for the annual trip to the pumpkin patch." That's what it is to raise a child everyday: they grow imperceptibly before your eyes. Then you look at a picture from a few weeks earlier or the Halloween before and you see it all at once.
I was quite pleased with our pumpkin choice this year. The kids were quite pleased with their coloring books and orange lollypops the sweet people at the pumpkin patch always provide. Everyone went home happy.
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