Sometimes it's nice having a farmer as a neighbor. This year and last (and I think the year before but for some reason we didn't take him up on his offer then), our neighbor, Don Neville, has let us (and some other neighbors) take our kids out to his farm and pick out pumpkins for Halloween. We went out today to pick out the pumpkins. Of course, I searched and searched but couldn't find the camera to take any pictures. Ah, well.
Since his wife is in poor health and he can't leave her alone anymore, Brother Neville requested that we go out at the same time as our neighbors so he doesn't have to make lots of trips out there. Unfortunately, the best time for my neighbors to go was before Russ got home from work. He has fun helping the kids pick out pumpkins. Although in discussing when we would go, Russ did say that he thought we should go as early as we could to make it easier for Brother Neville. He kind of expected to not be home in time anyway. His only real complaint was that I didn't grab a pumpkin for him, just for the kids.
The kids had a good time picking out their pumpkins. Lyssa cried when I put her in her carseat to leave. Not sure how much of it was because she had fun picking out a pumpkin or the fun she had chasing the ladybugs that were around. After picking out her pumpkin, Emma sat on it to make sure everyone knew it was hers. I think hers is the biggest they picked out.
One last thing I will say about it: Don't wear a white shirt if you are going to be picking out and carrying pumpkins with your children. Just so you know.