Leah insisted that we visit the pumpkin patch the weekend that it opened. This wasn't too bad, because it meant that it was about 80 degrees. :)
These girls take their pumpkin picking quite seriously.
Our little workhorse. Chris found Leah a pink pumpkin and I found a blue square pumpkin.
Someone had a pouty moment for some reason.
Annual pictures.
Someone pouted the entire way home because Chris and I would neither let her carve her pumpkin nor color on pumpkins with permanent markers immediately upon getting home. She took a nap and woke up a little more reasonable. :)
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