We made our second annual pilgrimage to the pumpkin patch in Woodinville with Max along with Grandma and Grandpa G. As you can tell from the pics below, it was a perfect fall day drenched in gorgeous late-afternoon light. We managed an hour of fun before our nap-deprived little man turned into a pumpkin. See what I did there?!
If only I was looking at the shiny keys my mom was shaking off to the side.
This horse riding thing is easier minus the horse
Cutest sunflower seed ever.
Hay there.
Gourd-geous, huh?
Max picking his nominee for "Ugliest Pumpkin on the Lot"
As my dad labeled it, "punk in patch"
The true highlight of Max's vist--pushing he wheel barrow
"American Gothic" plus one
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