The night before my birthday was kind of a bummer. I had a crazy day and everything seemed to go wrong. The final straw was when Ike pooped all over me at soccer practice and then while I was trying to get him cleaned up he peed all over the car. Man those baby boys can really make a mess. Anyway, I woke up on my birthday hoping that it would go a little better. I went out for a run and then met Brandon on campus for lunch. When I got back home I almost jumped out of my skin when my mom and dad were hiding in the hallway. SURPRISE!
Some people might not think that this is that big of a deal but those people do not know that the Howards do not do surprises.
It was the best birthday ever. We all got to go to the pumpkin patch at the Johnson Farm.
I love the rugged nature of that place. The hay ride is unlike any other.
I took 7 pictures but this is the one that seemed to best catch what it is like. There are all kinds of targets to hit with mini pumpkins and it isn't your slow, calm meander that you would expect. In fact a woman on our ride wasn't prepared and she completely fell into the hay. It is fast and reckless and should probably require a waiver but the old man who drives it is old school and even after being talked to by the ODOT incident team has stuck with his old traditions.
Once you get out to the pumpkin patch the fun is just beginning.
Opa helped to get the best technique in launching pumpkins at the scarecrows.
Rosy found the perfect pumpkin. She made some random woman pick it for her because once she saw it she wouldn't leave its side. It was so cute, in fact, that it was stolen from our doorstep in less than an hour. When Oma tried to replace it with one from Market of Choice she knew immediately. At least we have this picture because that is all that lasts anyway.
I am one lucky old lady.
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