I must admit, Beckett and I had much more fun this year at the pumpkin patch compared to last. Not only did Dad join us, but since he was actually walking well this year I didn't have to balance a muddy baby who would constantly fill his little hands and mouth with dirt, and a 'too-big-what-was-I-thinking' pumpkin around the patch.
He is still talking about the tractors, the goats, and the little train ride (which really was quite scary for him when he was on it - but he realized was the coolest thing as soon as he escaped).
