At the pumpkin patch

Not the REAL pumpkin patch mind you. Actually it was a real pumpkin patch but not in my mind. You see, Seeger's class had a field trip to the pumpkin patch. We all got to pick out pumpkins. That's great and all but since the Kubatski makes a trip to the pumpkin patch every year, I didn't consider the field trip with Seeger's class to be the real deal. We're going to pick out our pumpkins - the carving kind - this weekend or next. But in the meantime, Seeger and I got to practice.

After driving 90 minutes - yes, 90 minutes - we finally made it. Seriously, who plans a field trip with three busses of kindergardners that lasts 90 minutes? ONE WAY? When there are perfectly good patchs IN THIS COUNTY?? Anyway, by the time we made it there, the kids were definitely ready to get off the bus and make their way to the hayride. Here's the tractor that pulled us out to the patch.



Everyone searched for the biggest pumpkin they could find. Except Seeger. He searched for the smallest pumpkin. The kid marches to the beat of his own drum, I tell ya.


After the hayride, we ate lunch and enjoyed assorted activities like a haunted bouncy house, a very large caterpillar (too hard to explain), a haystack mountain, and a maze.

Just when we'd nearly finished all the activities, it was time to get back on the bus. Right after I took a picture of my group, though. This chaperoning opportunity was quite an experience. The kids were, uh, spirited. Let's just say I'm used to Nicklas classmates.