The Great Pumpkin

Since Jeff and Lois still haven't given us their password so we can update their blog, we'll just have to update ours again. This week we hopped in our car that's as a big as a whale and set sail to the shack o' pumpkins and fun: Schuster's Playtime Farm.


While the rest of the country was in its heatwave, we had 40-50 degree weather, but on Saturday it was in the 80s and not very Octoberlike, so Wesley wasn't very energetic for most of the party. Like in these rrrrrrrs.

Or even the tire graveyard. The slide in the background was closed because the metal was burning the skin off of kids, but Wesley would've loved it otherwise.

When we first arrived it was almost time for some pig races. They weren't quite as exciting as the world famous Darryl's Racing Pigs, considering most of it was listening to the guy talk about his pigs while standing around under the hot sun.

Wesley was much more interested in this thing and kept waving at it every time it drove by behind us. After the pig races, the driver let him have a free ride since he seemed so anxious to ride it. It was another story once he was actually racing around in the bumpiness, as he was just holding on for dear life. It doesn't like that in this picture, because this was before it started moving. That girl in front of us wasn't performing an action film stunt.

It was too hot for little boys, so he soon lost his pants. Then we got to use our ticket that we still had because the train was free on a gigantic jumping pillow. There are no pictures, but it was one of Wesley's favorite parts. He was laughing and grinning the whole time while bouncing.

Then it was time for a hayride, so we got on this trailer that seats way more than twenty. The big rrrrr pulling us was far more exciting than the pumpkin patch it took us to.

Wesley was very selective about his pumpkin. He shook his head and pushed this one away when I offered it to him.

This pumpkin was just right.

That's all for pumpkin parties. Now we just need to wait for the perfect time to drop the pumpkin on some unsuspecting person's head from our balcony. In other news, our neighbors directly across the hall from our door put up scary skeletons and streamers and a BEWARE sign outside their door. Now Wesley won't even set foot outside our door once we open it, despite being super excited to go outside right beforehand.

Here's the special video while Amanda was at a relief society hangout. This time around Wesley wanted to try his hand at some real drums. The cymbals left him speechless.