When my oldest, Stevie, was learning to talk his version of Pumpkin was PUNKA. My husband and I were commiserating about it yesterday on the way to Richmond. It's fair time in our area and yesterday was the Pumpkin festival at a farm not far from us.



We went last year and it was pretty fun. This year they outdid themselves in most respects. The admission, rides, bounce houses, and pumpking picking was better laid out and everything ran smoother.



The food wasn't terrible and the balloon twisting clown was great with the kids. We picked up some barbeque sauce, apple butter (aren't you proud of me dad?) and some fresh honey. I only hope it wasn't collected from the same bees that were circulating around the trashcans! Since it is a large farm, in all possiblity it could be from any of the flower producing fruits and vegetables they grow.



There was music playing, and a roast your own hot dog area, as well as a large corn pit for the kids to get lost in. Which, unfortunately, ours didn't!  But we did pick dried corn out of their socks, pockets and underwear when we got home.



They got to ride horses, walk the corn maze, go through the haunted house, and take a hay ride. We drank lots of water, ate a few apples, and two bags of cotton candy. Two out of the three kids took a nap on the way home and were still pretty exhausted at bedtime!  Yea for us!



All in all, it was a great day. And we have sore feet, upset tummy's, tired legs and three very nice pumpkins to show for it!

Side note: thanks to my step-daughter Amanda for the great "thing 1, thing 2 and thing 3" shirts. They are adorable and are very handy for keeping an eye on all the children together in a large open area.