My guys, including my brother Jon

Seems like everyone hit the pumpkin patch on Saturday, including us. I use the term “patch” very loosely. There is no such thing as a real pumpkin patch around here. All pumpkins are trucked down from Illinois (see above photo) and arranged on wooden pallets where families walk among them, selecting the biggest, the roundest, the whitest? It’s a faux patch, but still somehow magical. My kiddos wouldn’t love it any better if we could traipse through an actual field of giant squash.

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Lost a shoe + walked through the mud in his sock = sockless for the rest of the day


Thanks to Jon for the family photo


We put the pumpkins in the back of the truck and listened to them roll around all the way home. Pie, anyone?


We carved them according to Jack and Jon’s requests