


Ahhh....yes. So now you all know that I'm a shameless dork at 5:30am.

This is my dear friend "J" that I've been buddies with since elementary school. She is super awesome and a great runner! She was a great support and we had a fabulous time!


My youngest reaches up for daddy's hand to get up an enormous bale of hay. There was nothing graceful about walking in this hay barn...the first step down I took had me landing right on my bum. And I wasn't even wearing my trendy little heels!
Part of the ticket price included a homemade doughnut and apple juice. My youngest went to aboslute pieces when part of his fell on the ground in a grand escape from the attacking bees.
We all sit to pose on some major big pumpkins on a photo op wagon.
Little one lays an egg...err pumpkin.
Yes, I'm a dork. Hubby picked a flower for me out in the pumpkin patch, so I just had to pose for a quick pic for him!
The boys and I coming out of the hay barn.
Could he have picked a bigger pumpkin?
Oldest called me over and said that I should take his picture while he was good n' ready. (He usually despises pics and I apparently needed to take advantage of this photo opportunity)
Little one found a piece of broken pumpkin stem and it was the joy of the day!