Last week, on Adam's day off, we headed out to enjoy a gorgeous evening at the pumpkin patch. We got there, and **Brooks was just giddy to be able to run around, pointing out different "punkins" and throwing all the rocks his heart desired. Ava was content being on Daddy's chest. :) After we found a few pumpkins (orange, green, and white...all good in my book) we hauled them, along with Brooks and Ava, in the wagon to weigh our choice gourds on the scale and pay. Then we took a few too-cute-to-resist photos of our pumpkin patch kids. Cheers to festive traditions! And this week we'll be painting and carving those bad boys...gold and silver will be involved... and I think Brooks is going to love it. :)
** Overall, Brooks was so happy running around the pumpkin patch, but little did we know his sad sniffles he had that day would turn into a dreaded cold (so the sucker probably wasn't a good call;). Sickness doesn't get keep him down or ruin his spirits, just another reason I love that kid. He's been able to recuperate thanks to a rather low-key weekend...except when he helped me mow the lawn on Saturday, that kid thrives on being outside! He's on the mend though. Daddy got a bit of the bug yesterday, but neither Ava or I have caught anything. Knock on wood! And thank goodness for bubble baths and our pumpkin souvenirs on our front porch that put smiles on my sweet boy's face. :)










































