I'm sure I've mentioned that before, but it's true. One of the first real signs of fall for me is a trip to the pumpkin patch. In years past, it's been sort of cold, and we've worn sweaters and sipped cocoa while trudging through the fields for our perfect pumpkins. This year however, the weather was perfect, the sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day. The one snag in the plans (and believe me, there is always one), was that by some freak occurance of science, my daughter managed to spike a 104 fever between our house and the pumpkin patch, a mere 10 minutes away. Being the Mother of The Year that I am, we schlepped her through anyway, being sure that she didn't get too close to anyone else's family.
Suffice it to say, Sloane wasn't exactly photogenic on this day, but I did manage to get some great shots of Sam, who is the often elusive one.
My biggest pumpkin, Sam.
Come on mom! This way!
Hmm...this one is OK, I guess.
I found one!
Look how tall I've grown!
When is someone gonna pick me up again?
Adorable! We're going tomorrow. Hope we get some decent shots. Which one did you go to?
ReplyDeleteWe always go to Schaake's. It was a zoo, but I love that place!
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