A patch of pumpkins

I have a million and a half things to do, but I am a procrastinator in the worst way and would much rather look at pictures of this weekend. The first pumpkin patch visit of the season because everybody goes at least three times, right? is always the most exciting. This year things were just as they always are except the boys were a little older and the lines were a little longer. The petting zoo was a hit, the choo choo a must, and the obligatory photo amongst the pumpkins a bit of a joke. But we did almost witness Anderson slide down the giant slide that he so desperately thinks he wants to go on. This year he actually made it all the way to the top before looking down and realizing that the big slide is, in fact, very, very big. Once again our sweet boy needed to be rescued by a worker who I am pretty sure was the same guy who rescued him last year. Oh, Anderson, you are just like your mama. Two feet firmly on the ground sure is a nice feeling.