Haaaay, Pumpkins

Remember that one time when I told you I was from Missouri and Kansas? Yeah, I'm about to prove it right now.

This weekend we took the kids to a cider mill with a pumpkin patch so that we can be folksy just like Sarah Palin. It worked out splendidly.

We were folksy while we picked pumpkins and went on hay rides and then we went on to boost the economy and small business by purchasing our body weight in bags of spices and super fragrant, hand poured candles in jars with scents like cinnamon and fall harvest, which in my mind should have smelled like moldy leaves and rotten apples but it didn't.

So here you go. See? I do have a mid-west motherly bone in my body... somewhere:

Look, my kids like hay


And pumpkins, they like pumpkins too


And, farm animals


And sticking their faces in pictures of pumpkins




And climbing hay


And we did the maze, which was more nightmare than not

and then he climbed hay too


And I was a farm girl


Trying to ignore the farm smell. Gag.