So we made our annual trek to the farm to get our pumpkins. This year the trip was especially important, as the pumpkins pretty much constitute our entire fall decorating... I don't fancy risking life and limb trying to dig our autumn box out of the downstairs closet anytime soon.
The highlight for Zach is always the animals. The child needs a farm (or a zoo) of his own.
"I can carry this one," he says, picking up this 30-pounder. And he did. For about 20 seconds.
Then he hefted this 16-pounder back to the wagon. And was tired when he got there. But much happier than he appears in this photograph.
It was rather a windy day. In your comments, I'd prefer terms like "sexy" and "windblown"... over phrases such as "tangled" and "blurry" and "what-kind-of-rodent-has-taken-up-residence-in-your-hair". Thank you for your kind consideration.