On Sunday we ventured out to the same family owned pumpkin farm that I went to all the years I was growing up. It was very cold but it was the wind that was truly brutal. The hayride wasn't running and we made a quick trip of it.
Like my lil punkins & a kitty?
The zipper on Mark's coat broke and he was quite miserable in the cold wind. Eventually he took Soph to the car while the rest of us, excluding the little ones, went through the haunted house.
Doesn't he look thrilled?