I think we went to every pumpkin patch in Utah Valley this year. Brecken became very attached to her pumpkin named Kinny. She slept with Kinny, carried her around in her backpack or purse, and took her with us everywhere we went. We told her she couldn't take her on our hike and she was very concerned. All throughout our hike she asked about Kinny and we had to reassure her that Kinny was fine. Since Brecken stored Kinny in her backpack, she started to rot pretty quickly and we were worried about Breck having to part with Kinny.
This was a pumpkin patch in Orem. Yep, we couldn't leave the tutu behind.
Good thing we went to a pumpkin patch in Santaquin with Josh and Kristi where Brecken found a new pumpkin and gourd, and named them Jack and Gourdy. Gourdy's pretty little so she now refers to him as baby Gourdy. When the day finally came to get rid of Kinny, we simply told Breck that she was old and yucky. Brecken looked at Kinny and said, "Kinny old? Yucky? Oh. Gawbage. Sleeping." and put her in the garbage to go to sleep. I don't know if she'll be so casual when Jack and Gourdy decide to rot.
These pictures are from Cornbellies at Thanksgiving Point. It was pretty cold, but Brecken could've stayed forever. Her favorite things were the cow train, dressing up as Snow White, seeing the pig races, the pumpkins (of course), and all the slides.
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