Punkin Patch

We started the wonderful tradition of visiting the pumpkin patch this weekend with a trip to way-the-hell-out-there, WA.  I'd been looking forward to it for weeks and made an attempt to teach Sloane to say "pumpkin patch".  Though she didn't quite get it, she certainly was excited to be sporting her new rain boots. Cole, Bob, and Nicki joined us - yay!  We fueled for the day with breakfast at the Maltby Cafe (I'd never been - yum) and then headed to a nearby patch, which was awesome.  We watched all of the crazy kids, played with the animals, visited the gift shop, rode on hay bales out to the patch, picked our pumpkins, and got really, really dirty.  Then headed home and got to carving. Oh, and we took a ton of pictures.  It was one of those oh so perfect days.

Huge thanks to our official photographer, Nicki.

Cheeks

I just wanna squeeze them every time I lay eyes on her.

Ready for the rain

Before Sloane broke in her new rain boots (thanks mimi!) at the pumpkin patch, she had a blast sporting them around the house.  They even replaced the tutu for a few days as the go-to item in the playroom.

Silly goose