The Great Pumpkin Farm

After the success of last year’s odyssey to Pumpkinville (i. e. we didn’t lose you, end the trip in a litigious custody dispute or otherwise have to involve social services in our lives), we decided that a ‘rite of fall’ would always involve piling in to the car and hunting for road side attractions featuring those orange harbingers of autumn.

This year, rather than follow the meandering road to Pumpkinville, we headed to the Great Pumpkin Farm in Amherst.

They were holding all sorts of pumpkin weigh-ins and other various autumnal redneckery. These guys and their 500-pound gourd didn’t really impress us. You wanna see a cute “pumpkin weigh-in?”

Ta-da… Now back to the farm…

Yeah – the “farm” part of the GPF was in full effect. That’s a yak, son – straight outta Tibet. And the animal fun didn’t stop there. We saw goats:

And donkeys:

And more goats…

 

But we didn’t come the GPF just to scope out the livestock, we came to pick out our pumpkins for Halloween.

This one looks totally sweet…

It was really tough to decide. Sometimes there are too many options…

Some pumpkins are just plain hilarious.

We decided that, all in all, Pumpkinville kicked the GPF’s ass (not mention that it’s free and the GPF is probably some dirty money-laundering scheme that costs five bucks a head). Nevertheless, we got our pumpkins and we got to hang out with some animals. You’re a big fan of large, furry things – which is probably good considering your generally hirsute genetic composition. Seriously – you’ve got until you’re about 22, then WHAM, Robin Williams wrestling Sasquatch in a wool turtleneck.

Well – we’ll have more to update you with soon, until then…we’re out of here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you!

I just wanted to say thank you to all my friends and family for my birthday presents. Thank you so much for thinking of me on my big day! It was a spectacular day — I couldn’t wait to get it started, so I got Mom and Dad up at 4:30. They let me open presents right away, and I loved them all. I tried to take pictures of myself with all of them, though obviously the outfits will have to wait until I fit in them. But thank you to everyone.

Oops, I had to take a time-out from playing to high-five a Bills touchdown! Go Bills!

And, in case you’re wondering what a 12 month old does when he’s not playing, he pimps!