This afternoon, after Antonio's soccer game, we went in search of wild pumpkins.
The domesticated store variety are alright, but we prefer to get out and view them in their natural environment.

While I am getting the hang of having two kids, I still have this hope that I'll be able to get more pictures of them without one screaming.
Not the case today...




Antonio settled on this pumpkin, the first three he wanted were so huge he couldn't pick them up. This one was just about as heavy as he could lift.




What day at the pumpkin patch is complete without a ride in the wheelbarrow?