Excuse my many photos, but it is so hard to weed them out! On Saturday, before McCoy's birthday party, we decided to go to a pumpkin patch/apple orchard. It was full of fall-ness, little kids, and sunshine.
The first thing we did was go on a hay ride. We chose this wooden wagon for our hay ride rather than the wagon with actual hay bales.
This little guy took it all in, kept up with everyone, and seemed to enjoy every bit of it.
My parents were troopers. Even though my dad asked if we really had to go at all, I think after we got there, it was worth the time together.
This brother of mine keeps growing quicker and quicker. I think his teenage years are going to fly by.
Kylie loved it all. She's the perfect age for hay rides, corn mazes, train rides, babies, and any activity, really.
We had decided we wouldn't get any pumpkins because we would have to haul them around...that is until Kaden found one he wanted!
A corn maze, how exciting!
Except the "corn" maze consisted of only this...tall grass and old straw. Either we arrived too late in the season and the corn is long gone, or we entered into a maze for the youngest children ever.
We tried for quite some time to get McCoy to touch this willy worm. He finally did, but I saw it mostly through a camera lens (with no pictures to prove it, of course). He picked it up and then shook his hand vigorously trying to get it off.
He then decided this piece of straw to hold was a little more his style.
The sun was in their eyes, but when there is a lot of people and running around, I feel very fortunate to have been able to get them both to sit down and pose for a picture.
A pumpkin, a gourd...? I'm a little unsure. But it's the different ones, the ones that stand out a little more than the rest, that attract us to them sometimes. In a pumpkin patch, and in real life.
"Show Aunt Kristi your teeth!"
This young boy has such a sweet, caring soul. He loved picking out the biggest pumpkin he could find, and would have loved to venture out in all the rows of apple trees.
My momma enjoyed the scenery. I think this type of stuff really suits her...to see her family together, enjoying each other, and to take advantage of nature and our beautiful world.
An ornery smirk if I've ever seen one. Although I'm sure he would rather have been driving the tractor, I think he enjoyed the hay ride more than he thought he would.
My beautiful sister. A beautiful momma.
This man, I love. And I love his straight teeth.
The thing about being the "photographer" is there are little to no pictures of yourself. I'm afraid McCoy will grow up and ask, "Why was Aunt Kristi not at my birthday?" Ha. So I asked my sister to take a picture -- and it turns out quite terrible. But at least it proves I was there.
Kylie and McCoy were the only ones willing (and wanting) to go on a train ride. We couldn't get McCoy to sit in one of the little cars, but he was happy to be sitting on Kylie's lap in the big bench portion of the train. And Kylie was more than proud to be with him on this ride.
As they came back by, Kylie was pointing to her shoulder. We were afraid she was asking if she could put McCoy on her shoulders. Come to find out, she was telling us that McCoy had laid his head on her shoulder during the ride, which she was so proud to share.
The boys rushed off to watch the Mizzou game back at Kimberly and Lonnie's. Us girls finished our snacks, and headed back ourselves. Keane probably spent a little too much money on the two pumpkins for the kids. But it was all worth the memories!
