We have been going to the Picha Farms pumpkin patch since I was pregnant with Benjamin. It’s also where I first suspected I might be pregnant with Gilbert. And here we are getting ready for number three. It has become one of my favorite family traditions, especially in the last three years. The boys love to run around through the cornstalks and ride in the wheelbarrow. This year we discovered the hayride. And we alway end our time with chips and hotdogs. I don’t know if these memories will stick with the boys as they have with me. But I’m soaking up each year that we spend here because I know a day will come where I have teenage boys who have no interest in going to the pumpkin patch. I’m grateful for these photos for when that day comes. It’s days like these I wish I could keep them little forever.
