pumpkin-pickin' day.

Sunday afternoon, we took our tribe to Old Baker Farm. It was an absolutely gorgeous day. Brooks and Ann Bennett had so much fun, despite skipping their afternoon naps and the rising temperature. You would think that those two things combined would be a recipe for disaster, but both babes did surprisingly well (minus a few tantrums, but those are the norm these days). 

We ran through the corn maze, rode the toy tractors, played with the farm animals, took a hayride out to the patch to pick out our pumpkins, rode the train, climbed the haystack, watched an Old West gunfight, and drank fresh squeezed lemonade. I'd say that it was a pretty perfect, pumpkin-pickin' day.