Fall Has Officially Fallen

On Sunday, Mom, Bob, Stephen, and Asher managed to pry my sorry, pregnant butt off the sofa for a few hours of autumn celebration at the local pumpkin patch. Asher had fun playing on all the toys, wandering through the corn maze (which we were delighted to find our way out of...until we discovered we'd exited through the entrance), taking a hay ride to the pumpkin patch and picking out a couple of pumpkins, and sipping on cider. His favorite part, by far, was looking at the farm animals. He liked petting the goats and quacking at the ducks, but the crowing roosters were, by far, tops in his book. I had to stand by him for what seemed like eons as those stupid birds cocka-doodle-dooed. That was apparently the funniest and most fascinating thing he'd ever in his life experienced. Watching him imitate them and belt out repeated belly laughs was the funniest and most fascinating thing I've ever experienced.

We had a very nice time welcoming Fall, especially considering the fact that the temperature was only in the mid-fifties. All of us broke out our heavier jackets, gloves, and hats. All of us except for Stephen, of course. He was perfectly comfortable in a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved polo. WEIRDO.

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