That Pumpkin Patch may never be the same.

The Hudson Storm recently hit our local pumpkin patch. I'm pretty sure the "Gov-a-na" (as Governor would be said in our town) should have declared a State of Emergency for the patch and all who were in attendance with us...

What, you don't ballet dance while trying to find the perfect pumpkin??

Petting zoos are fun, especially when they are included in the pumpkin patch price. Hail kept saying, "Don't bite me, doggies!" to these GOATS.

Sweet bunnies....

After wearing ourselves slap-out, and finding the perfect pumpkin for all, even for our new

(yes, he's still nameless) baby, we headed home.

Here is the proof we made it home with four (and a half) pumpkins...

I need this proof because when it was time to carve our pumpkins, one suddenly went missing. You can just imagine who it belonged to. I went out back to get the carving station ready, and sent all four children through the house to get their pumpkins from our front porch. Hail was the only one who returned pumpkin-less. Our questions began then, "Honey, where is your pumpkin?" Hail, proud as punch responded, time and time again, "I throwed it! I throwed dat pun-kin! I throwed it! I THROWED IT!" Clapping his hands, only becoming more excited and proud each time we would ask, "But WHERE did you throw it?" Hail, "I DID! I DID THROWED IT! I DID THROWED DAT PUN-KIN!!!" We searched the entire house, inside and out. The thing is GONE. I'm sure it will turn up eventually... rotted to the core and smellin' awful.

Losing Hail's "pun-kin" was probably for the best. By the time our state champion pumpkin carver finished with the three big kids, we were all pretty tired of it and ready to light a candle.

And here they are... Bert did a fantastic job, if I do say so myself. I'm proud to introduce (from left to right) Wolverine Man, Incredible Hulk, and Snaggles, designed by Her Highness, who has a wiggly tooth.

Keeping in the Fall mode, this is what I saw out of the corner of my eye while loading the dishwasher one day....

Hail kept putting his foot to his face, then laughing hysterically. May sound crazy, but this is not an unusual occurrence in our house, as all of our children love to smell their own feet, then squeal about how bad they stink. The smelling process is only complete when another family member can join in, taking a whiff, then agreeing, "Shoo-wheee! Your feet are stinky!!"

As I headed over to take part squealing, "shoo-whee" I realized why Hail was so amused.

"Want sum', Momma?! Want sum' my candy-carn toes?? Eat it! EAT DOSE CANDY-CARN TOES, MOMMA!!!!"

As cute as those lil' candy-"carn" toes are to me, I somehow managed to resist snacking on them.

Happy Fall, Y'all!