A few days after our joyous and fun trip to the pumpkin patch, we decided to try another. Bubs was so excited as we drove there. He talked about pumpkins...and hay rides...and scary masks...and pumpkins...
Once we arrived, however, Mr. Man's happy face quickly turned to this.
I have no idea what happened, but Noah was NOT happy. We could not get him to smile. Not even once. We tried walking amongst the pumpkins. We tried finding big, fat orange pumpkins. We even tried looking for small, green ones. Nothing.
Bubs was NOT happy...until...we found the hay stack. For some reason, climbing that tower of bails put a smile on my little guy's face.
He was so proud of himself for climbing all the way to the very, tippy top.
After scaling the mountain, Noah thought that it might possibly be time to actually look for a pumpkin.
This looks like a good one...but...well...it's orange...and round...and well...I don't know...