Memorable Moment Monday-Pumpkin Patch Party

This Saturday was our 2nd annual Great Pumpkin Patch Party. Even though it was too dry for our pumpkins to grow this year we supplemented our patch with some bought pumpkins and all was saved! We had a blast. This year we moved the time up so I wouldn't have to worry about serving dinner and had everyone bring their favorite treats. It worked great. Again, it filled my heart with such joy to have our place filled with friends and family. I just love watching the kids and catching up with all our friends. I feel so blessed to have a place where we can entertain in such a way.

There's Farmer John, he came to take the kids on a hayride.

Oh, wait, no that is WB. Hmmm, I'm liking the farmer look. But before I get off track I'll show you some more pictures from the party.

A daddy helping his kiddo with the pumpkin picking.

Decorating the pumpkins.

Little One showing me her sticker.Our friends brought a pinata again this year and the kids had a blast!!

It was a great afternoon filled with laughter and fun, thanks everyone for coming...see you next year!! That was my memorable moment for this Monday.

Lone Pumpkin

"What? This is the only pumpkin!"

"Well, it's a good thing it's just my size."

We're getting ready for our pumpkin patch party in a couple of weeks and I am sad to report that we have only one pumpkin so far that is home grown. The very dry summer pretty much depleted our pumpkin patch, pooh. I guess we will be buying some pumpkins to place out in the dirt covered ground that was supposed to be overgrown with the orange vegetables by now. Next year we'll have our irrigation system in place and hopefully we will be more successful!

Handy Tool For Pumpkin Carving

Okay, hubby came up with this great idea for getting the innards out of the pumpkin for carving. He uses a dog brush, the metal kind you scrap over your dogs coat after bathing. Get out most of the seeds by hand and then use the brush to scrap out the rest. I should have taken a picture of the inside of the pumpkin because it is clean as a whistle and no risk of catching those little silky fibers on fire when you put the candle inside.

I thought this was a nifty idea...yes gals, he's sexy and smart!

Head on over to Rocks In My Dryer for more great tips:)

Memorable Moments Monday

Here is my second edition of Memorable Moment Monday(I changed the name from meaningful to memorable, but I think it's one in the same!). Anyone feel free to join in!

We are preparing for our first annual Great Pumpkin Patch Party. So last week we went out and bought ourselves a huge 20.00 pumpkin. This pumpkin easily weighs more than myself and with my husband on crutches it was up to me to get it out of the car. I used a wheelbarrow and hauled it over by our front walk. Carefully, I tipped it and was able to roll the pumpkin out. Sounds easy right? Well, we decided we should take it to the pumpkin patch to take a picture of it with the girls for our party invite. So I had to get the pumpkin from where I took this picture to way over there on the other side of that mesquite tree where the ray of sunlight is hitting.

There was no way I could pick the pumpkin up to put back in the wheelbarrow, so Em and I decided to roll it. After a couple rolls we realized the pumpkin was picking up prickly burrs from the yard. These are nasty little things that we discovered are all over out here and they stick to anything. From here our pumpkin move pretty much went down hill, literally. On the next roll Em got a burr stuck in her hand and let go. It was teetering on the slope of our lawn. The slope that drops down about 30 yards to the street. I'm not sure if any of you have seen a 200 + pound pumpkin roll down a hill, but I'm here to tell you it picks up momentum. I knew at that moment the only way to save the day (or pumpkin) was to sacrifice myself. With an audible groan I threw myself in front of the racing orange vegetable. As it struck my shins I fell forward with both hands and grimaced as I felt a thousand (maybe just a couple dozen) stingy needles pierce my palms. The runaway pumpkin ground to a halt as I glanced up the hill at the faces of my daughters. Their horror turned to cheers until they caught a glimpse of my hands and legs. "Owwwww", they both whispered. I was covered in burrs. They gingerly tried to help me remove the stinging thorns as I laughed through my tears.

And finally, this time with gloves, we got the great pumpkin to the patch. Here's the picture:

You will notice Little One is absent from photo. This is because she got stuck sitting inside with Dad, who could not move, until we came and rescued them! She was not in the mood for a picture.