Pumpkin Patch

One of the most frustrating aspects of going back to work is how hard it is to carve out bits of family time. Before, Jay was the only deciding factor-if he was off of work, we did something. But now there's my schedule to contend with and the boy has more of a social life and oftentimes chooses to be with his friends rather than his family. We'd been planning a pumpkin patch trip for a few weeks now and even though the girl has been feeling a bit under the weather, we decided to go for it.

I'm not sure why there is a Voodoo Doughnut truck everywhere my family goes, but we can usually be found taking advantage of it:

(Notice the girl's adorable barrette, courtesy of Kashoan.)

Jay kindly eating half of the apple fritter I ordered: Corn maze:Alien invasion. No, it's just the boy wearing his bizarre hoodie: The eating continues. My god, we're pigs.
Waiting for meat:The meat arrives:While Jay was digging into the above sausage I was eating a large, rude looking hot dog but one of the perks about being the one holding the camera is that you can control the evidence of your own gluttony.

Various farm yard friends:Finally, the real reason to head to a pumpkin patch:

After picking our pumpkins we loaded up our big red car and headed home. We weren't in the apartment five minutes before the girl hurled into the toilet. Refusing to dwell on the negative, I'm just counting my blessings that she didn't puke in the car.