Fall took awhile to unfurl it's golden splendor in Seattle. Sadly, once it showed up, so did the rain. Being the true Seattlites we are, we layered up, threw on our rubber boots and set off to make some memories with our little men at a pumpkin patch.
There were tractors, loads of pumpkins, tantalizing fall treats (we indulged in some hot off the griddle pumpkin donuts) and a few farm animals. Jesse took in all the sights and smells from the safety and comfort of his Daddy's back. Owen was partially enthralled partially overwhelmed by all there was to take in. True to his 2 year old little boy nature there is one story he loves to tell anyone who asks him how his trip to the pumpkin patch was. It goes a little something like this: "Owen, did you have fun at the pumpkin patch?" Owen: "I saw a horsey! The horsey did a big yucky...it stinky!"
Yup. You read that right. It wasn't the huge pumpkins, the tractors, or the donuts that stuck out to Owen, it was the big pile of horse poo. Something makes me think this won't be the last poo story I'll live to retell.