Pumpkin picking and other shenanigans..

This weekend my children and I celebrated all the wonderful things that fall has to offer, fairs, festivals, pumpkin picking, petting zoos, pony rides and hay rides.  As I pulled into the parking lot of the farm we went to on Sunday, I thought well my kids are old enough to walk now, this will be the first year that I don't need to push a carriage through miles of farmland, fantastic!  What I forgot about, is how heavy pumpkins are, especially when you make a contest of who can find the largest pumpkin.  So picture me in the middle of an open pumpkin patch trying to usher my kids through the muddy field while carrying four giant pumpkins, a diaper bag and the sand art that they had just made.  There was no way we could continue our day out with my arms loaded with pumpkins so I made a split decision to grab the kids and run for the car to retrieve my carriage.  This was perhaps one of the most ridiculous moments of my life.  I had Nicholas on one hip, diaper bag on my shoulder, while balancing four pumpkins and some sand art, while holding Aidan's hand as he ate a spongebob ice pop.  Walking was not an option, so I was literally running for the car while spongebob freakin' squarepants dripped down my sleeve.  When we finally made it to the car I threw all my stuff to the ground like I had just won some sort of grocery shopping challenge (you know with the crazy women pushing shopping carts full of whole chickens around the supermarket like psychos).  From there we were able to continue our day without any more major catastrophes.  Word of advice: Even when your kids outgrow their carriages, they are still very useful for lugging around pumpkins and other assorted heavy things and I will never leave home without mine again!