This weekend, we ventured to Burt's Farm in Dawsonville to, no, not buy pumpkins, but take pictures of our pumpkin with pumpkins. As soon as we pulled up, Josh had my plan all figured out. Ohhh...we just came to take pictures, didn't we? Yes, of course we did! I don't need to drive all the way to Dawsonville to buy pumpkins :)
When we first pulled in to park, we thought we had stepped into a nightmare. We looked at each other and said out loud, "Oh no - this is awful!" There were so. many. people. I realize I live in Atlanta and all, but I grew up on a mountain...and sometimes I hold onto that mentality and grow frustrated with crowds. It was jam packed, but it really wasn't all that bad. And B just loved it!
We are very serious about this pumpkin patch.
First, we had to squeal at the enormous pumpkins...
And then kiss (or bite) them...
Next, we must pat them like drums...
And finally we'll be ready to pose for the camera.
She was very excited about them and wanted me to feel equally stoked.
And Daddy, you must be psyched too.
She was so excited she could hardly stand it.
Then we gently patted the pumpkin goodbye and headed back to the city.
Until next year!