#1 Parents In The Pumpkin Patch

Mommy Daddy and Maddie at Gross Farms Last weekend, we ventured out into the pumpkin patch on a rather fall-like Sunday. We were on the hunt for some pumpkin pies (as Madeline calls them — better known to the rest of the world as pumpkins). We decided that at 36 weeks pregnant, it wouldn’t be that fun for us to drive the two hours up to Hillridge Farms for a repeat of last year’s festivities (wonderful though they were), so we stayed local and headed to Gross Farms. Along with the rest of central North Carolina. The farm was packed full of families clinging onto what little we have in the way of autumn weather and festivities down here in the South.

We waited for about 15 minutes in line for some pumpkin flavored ice cream and then snagged a wagon and headed into the patch.

Let me tell you, pumpkin patching with a two year old is much different than pumpkin patching with a one year old. Gone are the days of adorably posed shots and sweet smiles. This year Madeline was all about pulling the wagon herself — “MY do it!” She even yelled at a few passers by who apparently threatened her — “NO tata, girl! Dis is MY wagon!” Girl’s dad looked at Andrew and me and said, “Really!?!” At that point I looked over at Andy wide-eyed and then proceeded to “discipline” my child. “Madeline that little girl doesn’t want your wagon and there is no reason to yell at her. Please be respectful and kind.” Madeline responded with a look of incredulity (how could I not understand all the unspoken fighting words girl had spit at her and that she was just defending what was rightfully hers!), turned on her heel and pulled her wagon away while muttering “no” under her breath. Super fun. #1 parents in the pumpkin patch.

As our time at the farm wore on, the South began to rear it’s ugly head and everyone started sweating at the suddenly sky-high temperatures. Not to be dissuaded, I forced my sweet family into taking some obligatory photos — “These will probably be our last photos as a family of three!!!” And though there was tons of push back and even more sweating, I’m glad I insisted.

This year, we brought home one huge orange pumpkin for carving, a weird squat pumpkin, a white small pumpkin and some gourds. We also brought home some of my most favorite memories of our final days as parents of just one little punkin. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us at the pumpkin patch next year!

Pumpkin Pie

Wagon Full of Pumpkins

Night Night Sleepy

Two Little Pumpkins

36 Weeks Pregnant


Daddy and Maddie in the pumpkin patch

Mommy and Madeline in the pumpkin patch

The Wilhelms at Gross Farms


  1. You look so good!! Last year I almost threw up in the corn maze when we visited the pumpkin patch. This year no one threw up so I consider it a win.

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