Can you believe we're going into the third week of October? This time of year always seems to fly by to me and with the holidays (and my oldest son's 5th birthday) right around the corner, I have to remind myself to try to approach and accept life at a slower pace. Our family has been battling stomach flus, colds and coughs since my return from Charleston but we did surprisingly manage to hit the pumpkin patch this weekend for a little fall fun. I'm really a fan of it. This was our third year visiting this small family farm which is just my speed and I highly recommend it to my local readers!
This year, Luke was obsessed with picking a perfect pumpkin with "no dents." He surely gets that from his father because perfectionist I.am.not.
And for Jett...well, he was running around and throwing every little pumpkin he could manage to pick up with his sweet little hands. Wow, what a difference a year makes!
Not gonna make it to the pumpkin patch this year with the kids? No worries. Really, it's just not worth it. Read this, again. It changed my life.
But I'm still not giving up my pumpkin patch. The pink pig, yes....the pumpkin patch, no.