For the most part, it has been a beautiful fall here in the northwest. I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful weekend to go to the farm (waaay back at the beginning of October). This is the third year in a row that we have driven up to Snohomish to visit our favorite pumpkin patch. Click here and here to see the photos from previous years.
Tula loved all of the animals, but she was a little frustrated that we wouldn't let her out of the wagon to scoot around on her bum. She would be so much happier if she could just walk so that she could keep up with Alden. I would be much happier, too, if I didn't have to stain-stick the rear on her pants everyday.
The Farm has a big barn with hay bales stacked up on the sides and big piles of straw in the middle to jump in. Tula loved climbing on the bales and Alden loved dumping straw on her head.
I can barely look at this photo because it makes me want to sneeze, but Alden seems to be allergy free and he enjoyed a good fifteen minutes of tossing the straw onto himself. We could barely coax him out of the barn to go to the corn box.
We have pictures of Alden sitting on this tractor each year and it's fun to see how much he's grown. I hope we are able to continue the tradition of fall at the Farm for many years to come.
Tula wanted to do all of the big kid stuff. I think she'll have so much more fun next year.
Ah, the corn box. This is our favorite part of the whole place. Usually the box is bursting at the seem with sugar-crazed kids, but this year we must have hit it just at the right time because we were the only people inside. Thankfully, Tula only ate a few kernels before she figured out it was just for playing with. We all took turns burying each other and rolling around.
We picked a lot of pumpkins this year... I like the white ones, Patrick wanted some dark green ones so that he could try something new when he carved them, Alden decided that Tula's favorite ones were the orange kind, and of course since his favorite color is yellow, we came home with two of those. Our front steps ended up being so covered with pumpkins that it was nearly impossible to open the door. I think next year we'll have to have a four pumpkin limit.
