Pumpkin Picking

I haven't been very good about posting lately. We've all been sick for the past week. Thankfully(?), Mark and I have had it worse than Finn. Some of you have probably been there . . . you just want to hack up your lungs in peace, lying on the couch at death's door, while maybe catching some Baby Story re-runs on TLC. But no, SOME ONE wants to learn to crawl up and down stairs, explore the bathroom toilet, steal the dog's toys and food, while changing his mind every 5 seconds about what he feels like eating for lunch. But you don't really want to hear about that . . .

We have had some gorgeous fall weather lately, so despite feeling less than our best, we took Finn on a trip to the pumpkin patch. He loved getting to ride in the wagon, and crawling around exploring all of the pumpkins. At one point, he's sitting there in the middle of all these pumpkins and we kind of had a "where's waldo" moment. Maybe it's his round belly, or slightly reddish hair, or the orange tint of his skin due to his preference for orange foods . . . Anyway, he had fun and took home the best-looking pumpkin in the patch. Or maybe that was us.