We made our yearly trek south of the border to Southerland Farms in New Mexico to visit the pumpkin patch. Though the farm is not exactly picturesque, it's actually situated in a field of dirt, it's a heyday (literally) for toddlers! Cully enjoyed playing in the corn pit, cruising the maize maze and riding on a hayride to select the perfect pumpkin. The "pump" as Cully calls them that he chose this year was a little Charlie Brownish...deformed and rotting. It looked like the perfect candidate for the pumpkin shooters (some kind of air gun that shoots pumpkins at a scarecrow, needless to say this captivated all of the dads). But Cully insisted that this was his perfect pumpkin. And as for Grady, he didn't even know we went to the patch, he slept the whole time! Hey Grady, let's pretend we're going to the pumpkin patch TONIGHT and maybe you'll sleep!