Here we are for our annual trip to Pumpkinland. If I get my way, you'll be seeing a post just like this for many, many years to come. My kids may be 25, 22, and 18, but we'll all be here. A prediction, if you like.

Enjoying the path to the maze. Discussing how long it will take us to master it this year.

Making sure we understand the challenge. If there's candy involved, you can bet we'll figure it out. (We did; the secret word was "pumpkin".)

A good place to point out that I have awfully cute kids.

Last year we were lost in here for an hour, I swear. (The great thing about the maze at Pumpkinland is that it's actually small enough to find your own way out without maps, or, as ALL people do in the big mazes, cutting your own path through the cornstalks.)
I know I just said it was small, but last year Maddie and Mom wanted to give up and go out the entrance because they were afraid we were going to have to spend the night. But Nicholas and I demanded that we stay the course and eventually we found our way out, weary, bedraggled and hungry.
Not so this year though. Without any trouble, we found the witch's room and then the exit. It may have just been easy this year might be one explanation, but I prefer to believe that we, in our yearly expeditions to Pumpkinland, have become experts on maze navigating, and that if we polled others who had been in the maze,
they all were lost for hours and gave up. I'm just sayin'.



Just clowning around. (I've been waiting my whole life for a good reason to say that.)

Emily had to bounce on the toys meant for bigger kids. It was a lot of work for Maddie and Nicholas to get her to the top of this one. And they did it over and over because Emily loved the attention.

Grandma bought everyone pumpkins, gourds, Indian corn and even foam stickers for decorating. We love her!