On the way home from picking Lincoln up from mother's day out, we made an impromptu stop at the pumpkin patch. Every year the small church across the street from the entrance to our part of the neighborhood sets up a pumpkin patch. As we pulled into the parking lot Lincoln screams "APPLES". Well sort of sweet boy I thought... if apples are orange and grow on a vine. ;) It took him a few minutes to warm up but once he did he had a blast. Trying to pick up the really big pumpkins, kicking, throwing and chewing on the hay. I love this time of the year.
yeah that hay does not taste good.
Frankie did not go with us to the pumpkin patch. I just wanted to show off our sweet old girl.
beautiful pictures and lovely story.
ReplyDeleteA very sweet little boy. Frankie too.
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