Today marked our third and final visit to a pumpkin patch this Halloween season.
It's hard to believe October has nearly reached its end.
With pig racing, giant slides, a kiddie corn maze, llamas, kettle corn and basically everything in between, Black Island Farms in Syracuse is like the Disneyland of all pumpkin patches in Utah.
We definitely saved the best for last.
The trauma inflicted by the infamous witch at the last patch we visited was still fresh on Lola's mind, and the poor girl had a hard time letting her guard down.
She spent most of the afternoon doing this:
She did, however, seem to genuinely enjoy the giant corn kernel box.
Especially once we let her toss her shoes to the side.
The highlight for me was definitely the crazy cow train ride I took with James.
The violent bumps and sharp turns nearly sent poor pregnant Tara into labor and did a number on my post-baby bladder, and Linds and her sweet baby Tallie caught the brunt of the exhaust from the tractor.
I'm pretty sure our "conductor" was not a day over 12.
We waited until two days before Halloween to actually pick our pumpkins, and we'll be doing some last-minute carving tomorrow after dinner because that's how we roll.
It was a great day with great friends.
The kind of day that I'll look back on fondly and most ardently once the snow comes... which will likely be soon.