Baby's pumpkin was a cute kitty, just like she was. (Mom helped carve, since she was in bed)
Dad's pumpkin.
For the last few years, we go to a family owned farm a couple miles up the road to get our pumpkins. We like supporting local families, and the guy that owns it has a sister that I really like who was in our ward. They have tractors the kids can look at and climb on, a corn maze, pumpkin fields, other fresh produce, and games. Usually face painting, fish pond, and a few others. Goose picked the pumpkins for her dad, while I picked them for baby and I. Dad and Goose had MUCH bigger pumpkins since Goose thought those ones were pretty cool. And I got some great seeds to roast and eat out of the deal.

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