Pumpkin Patch at last

After talking about it for most of the last month, the boys and I FINALLY made our traditional trip to the Waynesville United Methodist Church pumpkin patch. We didn't need a pumpkin - which was good, because they didn't have many left - but we did need to get our traditional pictures at the patch.

School has made it really hard to get there this year. We rush out first thing in the morning, and when I pick the boys up, the light outside is too bright, making photo shoots ill-advised. Today, though, I didn't care about all that. I just cared about upholding the tradition that makes the boys point and say, "There's the punkin' patch" every time we pass the church, no matter what time of year.

In fact, we often joke about going to the Methodist Church for "pumpkins and pancakes" (their annual Pancake Day in February is another highlight of the year). A traditionalist like me couldn't end the tradition, so spontaneously after school, we stopped at the pumpkin patch. The boys outfits weren't at all fall-like (they were still in pink for HCA's Breast Cancer Awareness Day), and the pumpkins had almost all been bought.

But we did it.

Pumpkins? Check.

Next up, pancakes.