We couldn't go pumpkin' pickin' last year because he was still considered "medically fragile." But boy, did we make up for it yesterday.
It was cloudy, windy, almost stormy-like when we first arrived. The clouds threatened with rain, and the wind warned with a chill in the air. But we threw caution to the wind, and snubbed our noses at the clouds. Daddy had taken off early just for this adventure, so by golly, it was happening! I'm so glad we did. Within minutes, the sun conquered all and shone on us with all its glory.
We cherished the little things, and soaked them all up:
The attempts to pick up pumpkins heavier than he is.
Walls of sunflowers guiding us through the farm as we wandered. The tractors and corn mazes, which are lost on a 1 year and 4 month old.
The laughter that comes from being scooped up in Daddy's arm after a runaway chase.
I love watching them together. They share a bond like no other.
This is called wagon surfing. It's gonna be a thing.
This is called wagon sitting. It's already a thing, but not quite as exciting.
If you wouldn't mind indulging me in my self pity for just a moment: It is becoming increasingly more difficult not to show his face to you all. I mean, kid's got a cute butt and all, but I think his face is slightly cuter. That's also why pickles isn't in these photos. All of them show his precious mug. There I said it, I'm done now. Thanks for listening and letting me have my moment.
website acceptable family photo. don't we look amazing? crotch shot. Okay, now I'm done.
I took these with my phone:
An evening full of family, love, and fairytale pumpkins. (my favorite)
We enjoyed it all.
Our home now looks like I finally embraced fall.
Happy Wednesday everyone,