It started with the preschool class excursion to the pumpkin patch. After a short lesson on pumpkins, the kids were all smiles when they were able to climb on the pumpkins without being yelled at to get down.
And Chase couldn't resist petting the friendly goats and chickens. Ella, however, prefers to keep her distance.
After a tractor ride, we made our way successfully through the corn maze, which emptied out in to the field for some good old pumpkin picking.
In a field strung with vines of plump and voluptuous pumpkins, leave it to Chase to pick up the first "baby pumpkin" he could find and beg to take it home. Since he could carry it (meaning I wouldn't have to), I agreed. Ella followed suit. What I didn't realize until I got to the car, however, was that the pumpkins were not only small...they were squishy and rotting. Nevertheless, they are still sitting on the kitchen table and are met with daily affection by the twins. Ella wants to know when she gets to carve hers...
Another October tradition is attending the annual Fire Station Open House. This started a few years back when Blake had us all convinced that he was going to be a fire fighter when he grew up. We've gone every year since then, and while the older boys have no doubt outgrown this community event, the twins were beside themselves with excitement about being able to sit in actual fire engines, see inside the ambulance and work the nozzle on the fire hose.
You should have seen the look Ella gave the fire fighter who asked her to please NOT push the buttons.