being funky at the pumpkin patch

Last weekend we headed out to the Pumpkin Patch. It is hard to write Pumpkin and not punkin cause that’s what all the cool kids call it. I don’t have a kid that calls it that this year(which I miss), but even my mom(after raising six kids), refers to them as punkins. Ya know, its that baby talk thing that gets ingrained in us after spending so much time with the kids. And Its fun and cute. And I like it.

The day didn’t go as planned. In fact I felt completely outnumbered. Things would have gone smoother if I was an octopus. I need those extra arms most of the time. Did I mention this pumpkin patch had multiple, inflatable slip-n-slides? That’s just wrong people! It’s Fall!

But I can’t get over how much I am treasuring this time with my kids, and this season. The day at the pumpkin patch is not a day I will forget with my boys. I hope they will remember it fondly and any imperfections of the day be washed away(maybe they didn’t even notice). I want them to look back, feel loved, and never feel like they were a problem—because they are not…They are the biggest blessings in my life.



Last night we painting pumpkins and went for a long walk. I feel a Charlie Brown movie and hot cocoa night coming on, oh and don’t forget the pumpkin carving. Love this time of year!

Even though the day was hairy I kept my sense of humor and buckled the pumpkin in for a giggle. No one even saw if, I didn’t even show the kids(wish I would have)

Sometimes being funky makes me happy.