Some Days All You Can do is Phone it in

I remember when the girls were toddler sized. Those days they were up for just about anything, as long as I packed a sippy cup and Goldfish crackers. And, every Halloween was a production. We would spend an afternoon at the "fancy" Pumpkin Patch. That farm included small animals, a hay ride to pick a... Continue Reading →

an annoyingly perfect day at the pumpkin patch

Before I had kids, I never stepped foot into a pumpkin patch. Two kids later, a day at the pumpkin patch is a time-honored tradition, or at the very least guaranteed to be annoying. Whoever thought up the idea of foregoing actual farming to plant a huge pumpkin patch, then charge people to enter, is... Continue Reading →

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