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Pumpkin Patch

To celebrate October, we headed up north in search of pumpkins and cooler weather. At least we found the pumpkins.

This annual trip means an awful lot to me. The first time, I was 8 months pregnant. Last year, Bird was all too quickly approaching his first birthday. And now, at almost two, I watched my stomping toddler go exploring.

Amidst a couple of long car rides, pickled okra, merry-go-round spins, hayrides, too much food, and not enough room for pie, I felt the summer melt into fall — my favorite season. A certain Jesse was able to capture a handful of priceless memories.

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Pumpkin Patch

Earlier this month, we ventured up north for some fresh air and the perfect pumpkin. Carter wore his pumpkin cap, Erin and I grabbed a pumpkin-chai latte each, and we caravanned up to Chino Valley (though apparently I drive too slow for SOME people. You know who you are).

The weather was wonderful, and I had a divine day with family — especially watching the three littles, Carter-Bird, Miley-Bug, and Lauren.

The pumpkin patch was extra special this time around. Last year at the same place, I was 31 weeks along with Carter and looked a bit like a pumpkin myself. I felt like life had come full circle. Happy Halloween!