I love a good pumpkin patch. And when that pumpkin patch has a corn maze… well my happiness just really can’t be contained at that point. I guess it’s my Midwestern roots showing themselves.

Yesterday we met up with some friends at a pumpkin patch about 30 minutes north of Seattle, and (as an added bonus) my in-laws were visiting so they came, too.

Of course, it was  necessary for us to take a friend family picture, which is exceedingly difficult with all of the little ones to be organized.

All of the effort was worth it – great group picture. (Pay no attention to Clara’s hand placement.)

One of the first things we did was grab an apple-spiced glazed doughnut, so at that point I was pretty sure the entire day was going to be a-okay.

One of my favorite parts of motherhood is introducing my girls to experiences I love so much. This was the first year Clara could really have fun at the pumpkin patch. She especially loved the petting farm, slides, corn pit, mud puddles, duck races, and all things food-related.

There was on-again-off-again rain, which actually wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. We wore our rain jackets and boots and all was well. Plus, the rain kept the crowds away so Clara was free to go on the slide over and over and over… and over… and over again without waiting in line.

Next year when she’s just a bit older she’s going to have even more fun! And maybe Isabelle will stay awake long enough to enjoy it, too!

(If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being a mom in the PNW, it’s that rain gear is essential for toddlers, especially mine – who tends to gravitate towards mud puddles.)

We left the pumpkin farm with a few pumpkins, full bellies, two sleeping babies, lots of memories, and hopes that we will be able to turn this adventure into a yearly tradition for our family!