Saturday was the first day I felt a little bit of Fall. Ahhhhh. Fall. We drove out to Redlands and met our friends, Sean and Lindsey and their two, adorable little ones at the cutest pumpkin patch I've ever been to. It was the real thing. Where they grow real pumpkins and Christmas trees (unlike the ones near our house where they've displayed some shipped-in pumpkins amongst a few shipped-in hay stacks.) There was kettle corn popping in the huge kettle, carmeled apples, wheel barrels to push around your pumpkins (or your kids?), a petting zoo, and even a wide selection of porta-potties. I could have done without that last bit of authenticity, especially seeing as an hour of my life can demand 4 or 5 potty breaks these days, what with the baby SO low and constantly doing a jig on my bladder. But really, even with the out-house experience, and the 76 degree weather that might not seem quite "Fall-ish" to some, it was the perfect taste of Fall for our little desert-dwelling family. And SO good to spend time with old, golden friends.
Here's Sophia enjoying the huge blow-up slide. The second picture is when we let her go up by herself... it was too cute watching the kids pile up behind her as she held up the line with her 2-year-old pace.
And just some more...
We did manage to get one of all of us... of course all of us facing forward would have been far too much to ask... but all of us nonetheless: Ross, Sophia, my belly and me, with Sean, Lindsey, Ethan and Malia.
Afterwards, we went to dinner, and thanks to a table clearing in our area of the restaurant, were able to let the kids run figure eights through the empty tables hitting each other with their new balloons. They loved each other by the end of the night. Here's proof of course. :) What's cuter than a little-person hug?
Barneys, we miss you already!