W-town

The second weekend in October, the Prose family traveled to Warren-town.  Great Grandpa had not been feeling well, and had to go stay in Crookston for awhile.  I wanted to help with the transition, and was so happy the Andy was able to figure out work, so he could come, too.  On this trip, we found out that Harper is not really a fan of road trips.  She fussed and cried and screamed until Mahnomen. (For those of you who are not familiar with the area north of Alexandria, this is roughly 3 hours and 45 minutes into a 4 hour trip.)  We also found out that Bennett can talk, and sleep through her screaming.  We spent lots of time with The Great Ones, and went to the local pumpkin patch, and played in the leaves.

Carving pumpkins with a tot, and a 5 year old is precarious.  Andy broke the cardinal rule:  NEVER ASK THE 4 YEAR OLD WHAT THEY WANT THEIR PUMPKIN TO LOOK LIKE!  Bennett wanted a ninja pumpkin, and skeleton pumpkin, and a mustached pumpkin.  We ended up with a vampire

and Batman.

I know!!  He's pretty good, right?!?