Peter Pumpkin Head

Getting started with Daddy.

Checking out the options with Auntie Abby.
Little Miss Pumpkin Patch
And finally “the one”!
Hands and pockets full with Olivia sized pumpkins.
Chris had a rule – if you couldn’t carry it, it wasn’t going home…
Someone didn’t want to sit on Mommy’s lap. Someone had to sit on her own pumpkin.
Lots and lots of pumpkins.
Where they’ve come to rest.

On Sunday we loaded into the truck and headed out to the pumpkin patch. What I love about Armstrong is that people grow things, like pumpkins, gourds and purple corn so they can have people come and buy said items on an honor system, and pay at the door on the way out of the yard. And that while you’re there people are standing around visiting and catching up or getting to know each other, while others are running around the field trying to find the best pumpkin. Does it have a lot of character because of it’s bumps and warbles? Is it tall and skinny? Maybe it looks like the classic Cinderella’s coach pumpkin. Dark, light or just the right shade of orange? So many choices. We obviously couldn’t bring home just one…

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I'm Leslie. Wife. Mother. Missionary. In the day to day my husband and I are responsible for running Clean Water for Haiti, a humanitarian mission that builds and distributes water filters to Haitian families. Living in Haiti full time provides lots of stories, and as I tell my husband, our grandkids probably won't believe most of them. Maybe writing them down will give me some credibility.

4 thoughts on “Peter Pumpkin Head

    • Yes, it really is. But don’t ever mock him about it because it’ll just make him want to wear it more. I told him that I would make a pillow out of it if it ever got to the point where he couldn’t wear it anymore.

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