Pumpkin farm day smells like a basket of green apples, tastes like kettle corn and feels like sitting in front of a warm fire. Well, some years it feels like sitting in a cold shower with all your clothes on but this year, at least, it had the cozy warm fire feel.
This is what it looks like when you have a mouth full of Kettle Corn but also have a compelling reason to say “quack quack.”
We flung dozens of beautiful green apples into a field. It felt a little criminal, literally throwing away buckets of food, but who were we to question the system?
Sigh. I wish I were Cal-sized. But I guess that would make things weird between me and Megan.
Here I am in a game of human foose ball. Take a good look at #29 there because you won’t be seeing him again. Shortly after this picture, I kicked a ball straight into his stomach, and when he ran crying to his mommy, he clogged his head on one of the foose ball poles and was down for the count. GIRLS RULE BOYS DROOL.
Why am I always taking pictures of my boys feet? Even when Vincenzo makes very questionable sock choices, I still love the feet pictures!
The rule was: if you can carry it, you can have it.
Of course Rocco found the loophole.
Three guesses on which of these kids is going to love haunted houses some day:
Megan and I agree that Pumpkin Farm Day officially starts the holidays season for us. This is it! The holidays are upon us! Feel the cheer! Spread the joy! Put the carols on the spinet! Layer it on thickly because no matter what I said about summer, this is the best time of year.
I could live in this day forever.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Breakfast for dinner!