Look at this face. Does this look like the face of a kid who threw up (what I can only assume is everything he has ever eaten, ever) the night before? Jeff and I spent Tuesday night dreading the next few days of what would surely be puke-filled times at our house. Then Miles woke up Wednesday morning with a skip in his step, begging to go to the pumpkin patch. It's an Oktoberfest miracle!
We went to Rombach's Pumpkin patch hoping to see lots of friends from playgroup. I don't know if it was the cold weather, the driving distance, or the playoffs that kept everyone away, but Miles only met one friend in the pumpkin patch that day. (His BEST FRIEND.)
(It's me. I'm his best friend.)
This is his impression of Bono being impressed with the size of those pumpkins. Nailed it.
Trucker Miles.
Behold the healing powers of pumpkins. Who knew, right?
7 Wisecracks:
Oh, I'm so sorry Miles was puky (is that a word? And is that how you would spell it if it is?). We went after the boys got out of school. I wish we would have been there at the same time.
Seriously? Could he BE any cuter?! Great photos, as usual!
Love the Bono look. :) I'm glad he got better in time to go to the pumpkin patch- for both of your sakes. Cleaning puke is no fun.
Miles, oh Miles. You are just too adorable. Yay for the restorative power of pumpkins!
Love that the puking ended quickly! Our pumpkin patch is called Rohrbach's. Interesting.
Holy pile of pumpkins!
You guys sure how to do autumn! Pumpkins, apples, frolics. Gorgeous and fun! Christine
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