The weekend before last we got to go to a pumpkin patch for the first time in three years. There was quite a bit of excitement leading up to this event, but it ended up being kind of a let-down. Muriel screamed off and on for the first hour we were there until we put her in the stroller with a bag of goldfish. The Rocky Mountain Pumpkin Ranch turned out to not being quite like a traditional pumpkin patch. More like a fall festival, I suppose. A very expensive fall festival. There was no pumpkin patch, just a field where pre-picked pumpkins were lined up. There were also food stands and lots of rides and activities for the kids (all costing $, of course). Rowan ended the morning with a lovely meltdown because we told him he couldn't go on the firetruck slide. Between him and Muriel there was a very small window of time where everyone was happy. But, at least we got our pumpkins at someplace other than a grocery store!
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