The Pumpkiner

This weekend we took advantage of the gorgeous weather and took the kids to the pumpkin farm down the road. It's maybe a mile from our house, but it's the only exposure to "farm stuff" the kids ever have... :) We can see corn fields out our front door, but the only thing Reagan knows is that "the corn is for Grandpa's squirrels".

On the short drive to the Pumpkin Farm, we were asking Reagan if she remembered last year... (It was misty-rainy, muddy, Grant was 3 months old, and we were the only ones there save one other couple. Our hayrack driver bore an uncanny resemblence to John Candy as Uncle Buck and every time he talked I felt like I should hide my giggles -- especially when he talked about how good the baking pumpkins were for his pies.)
Our family at this time last year:

Anyway, this is how my conversation with Reagan went:
Me: "Remember... we rode on a hay rack and picked out our own pumpkins...?"
Reagan: "And the pumpkiner helped us."
Me: "The what?"
Reagan: "The pumpkiner. He helped us."
Me: "Oh, yeah. The pumpkiner. The pumpkin farmer. Yeah, he did help us, didn't he."

I looked all around, but was disappointed that my pie-making friend, Uncle Buck, The Pumpkiner wasn't there this year.

Here are a couple of pictures.
Grant with the goats:
Reagan with the donkeys: Reagan's first pony ride: Me trying to be artistic (Reagan is holding the back of Grant's shirt -- he can't get away because he is being choked): "I can't see you mom - its too sunny!" "My preciousssss..."