Fall…Sort Of

We are T-minus one week until Halloween and I’m still pretending it’s summer because well, it’s 80 degrees still.  Yesterday was frigid in the morning, about 39 degrees, but a warm spell is descending upon us again. (Yay).  The neighborhood is once again in BOO mode.  Here is Preston with his boo bag and our two pumpkins we made to BOO two other houses.  My mother got very cool BOO goodies!

And to prove I’m not lying, this is the extent of the foliage thus far in my parents’ backyard.

Today Pres, my father and I went to the pumpkin farm.  Because I started this blog when Pres was over 2, it’s only fair that I include pictures from his first two pumpkin patch outings, at almost 11 months and almost two:

I miss those little curls…that have been replaced by the world’s most unruly cowlick.  If Pres does not get a trim on my highlight schedule (every six weeks) he starts to grow a Snooki poof on the back of his head. 

Here are some pictures from today:

These are water duck races that my mother and Katie were fond of last year.  The child to the right after one race started pumping water apparently too quickly as my son admonished, “Um, you need to wait until the man says ‘ready, set, go.’”  Thanks Pres.  And is it just me or does the worker in the black shirt look like Ray Romano?

Tackling the corn maze.  I was so proud of Pres.  It’s really long and he was a trooper walking through it!