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The Annual Pumpkin Contest

On Mother's Day each grandchild receives a giant pumpkin plant to nurture and care for throughout the summer.

 
On the first Sunday in October we have our annual pumpkin weigh in.  The Orchard pumpkins were looking good!

Grandpa's.....not so good.

The pumpkins were so big this year we had to add a harness so they could more easily be picked up.  Cameron was designated the one to lift and weigh them all.
 
 
 
And the results:
7th place:  Wilson  11.8 lbs
6th place:  Jordan  26.6 lbs
5th place:  Parker  30.6 lbs.
4th place:  Doug  39.8 lbs.
3rd place:  Mason  54.4 lbs.
2nd place:  Stockton  79.4 lbs.
1st place:  Payson 130.2 lbs.

So, Dallas blew us all out of the water.  There is no way Payson (age 7 months at the time of the weigh in!) did anything to help with her pumpkin but we were all gracious!  Dallas even had a second pumpkin that weighed in at 102.2 lbs.  Unfortunately, the Wilde's only had one pumpkin and the Hunt's only had 2 so not all of the grandkids were represented:(.  The winner always gets $20, with second receiving $15 and 3rd gets $10.  All others earn an honorable mention prize of $5.  My boys LOVE this contest and I believe all the other kids do too.  What a fun tradition!

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