Every year since Wallace was old enough to walk, I have taken him to Tate Farms to pick a pumpkin and play. The past two years we have gone with friends but this year daddy decided he didn't want to miss out on all of the fun.
***This is the only picture of Wallace in his orange pants...as soon as we got there he climbed up to the top of a tire pyramid and announced very loudly "uh oh I tee teed". He had never had an accident in public. Thankfully I had put another pair of pants in the car!!!
***This is the only picture of Wallace in his orange pants...as soon as we got there he climbed up to the top of a tire pyramid and announced very loudly "uh oh I tee teed". He had never had an accident in public. Thankfully I had put another pair of pants in the car!!!
Wallace has been reading books about pumpkins since September and couldn't wait to pick out the perfect pumpkin.
and Wallace LOVED the new slide. He decided that it was a good idea to go down on his tummy (like the big boys) and came up with red dirt all over him.
Next we took a hay ride out to the pumpkin patch. Wallace couldn't wait to go pick his pumpkin. He could have stayed there all day and picked every pumpkin.
Wallace was determined that he could push the wheelbarrow full of pumpkins to pay for them. Along the way, we picked up a lumpy, bumpy pumpkin to add to our other two pumpkins. He wanted to make that one into a witch.
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