It's a gift.
So, on a gorgeous fall morning, we drove with all kids to our favorite pumpkin patch: Kinsey Family Farm. Honestly, it wasn't very fall like and by the end, we were all sweaty and aching for some cold water, but I just couldn't bring myself to dress the boys in short sleeves and shorts when getting pumpkins.
It's like...illegal or something.
And we have one house rule: fashion before function. (riiight.)
We got a few pumpkins, took a tractor ride, and indulged in the requisite hot pretzel for the car ride home.
My favorite photographer doesn't seem to be doing mini fall sessions, so I was hoping to get a cute picture of all 3 boys for holiday cards. You know, perfectly arranged near pumpkins with an image that reeks of sugar and spice and everything nice.
Yeah, not so much. What's funny is that I struggle so much with smiling in pictures because I always feel like they come off as fake. And low and behold, I think I passed that gene on to my children. My favorite photos? The ones of their backs. Or when they aren't smiling.
I mean, am I still allowed to be their mother saying that?