With Shawn home on Fridays we were able to attend the Lombardi Ranch Pumpkin Festival without having to brave the elbow to elbow crowds that flock on the weekend. It was a nice day for picking pumpkins. Unfortunately it was also a bad parenting day, weekend I should say. Jem is going through those wonky hormones mixed with ADD and ODD. But I count my blessings anyway. As frustrated as I was, as exhausted as I was, as bad as I wanted to throw my hands up and give up, we made a weekend out of what we could.
{We bought a few gourds for decoration. But when we got home and I really studied it, I asked Shawn, “What was God thinking when he created this thing? Really?” They are just one of the oddest creations.}
{Beautiful colors. Now I know why they call them Indian Corn. Beautiful Indian Summer colors.}
{Fields and fields, and a few more fields, of this shocking orange colored pumpkins. We saw quite a few green pumpkins too.}
{All the kids climbing in, out, and on top of this big pumpkin reminded me of when I was in kindergarten. We had a huge pumpkin that we’d like to play in, especially on a rainy day.}
{We told Scout this was where she would be if she wasn’t a good girl. And then she let out a sinister giggle.}
{Looking for the perfect stem on a pumpkin.}
{Stopping for a bried moment to hang out with Daddy.}
{Sitting down. For a split second.}
{Making creepy crawlies to decorate the house with.}
{A unique piece of artwork.}
{How I make use out of some construction paper, a ghost cookie cutter, some embroidery floss, and a Sharpie pen.}