Well, no fall is complete without a trip to the pumpkin patch. Even when that pumpkin patch is in front of a church and thoroughly underwhelming. For some context--here are the last five years of pumpkin-ing.
2013, 2012, also 2012, 2011, 2010 and 2009.
Things you may notice. My boys' hair was OOC last year and they look much less like street urchins this year. Also, I kind of gave up with the whole dressing them cute for adorable pumpkin patch pictures... and let them wear character t-shirts. #thehorror
That first picture of Finley sums up how he feels about being made to take pumpkin pictures. He has his OWN PLANS and doesn't need me suggesting cute things to do. Surefire way to get him to smile? Telling ridiculous jokes. They don't even need to make sense.
And that's about right with Braden--he's snuggling his train Arthur whom he loves and adores and takes everywhere. He thinks Arthur is the Polar Express and pretty much has loved him the most for... a year? Longer than a year? It's been a long time.
Keaton was mildly impressed with the pumpkins. Barely.
I also wasn't even willing to pretend it was fall and dress in fall clothes. I inwardly chuckle at the people who insist on wearing boots and jeans and jackets because it was in the 60s like once. It is still consistently in the 80s--if I'm going to live in the heat, I'm going to keep dressing for the weather I'm in, not the weather I want. Because I'm stubborn and ridiculous. And finally... decent family picture!!!