For some Halloween-y fun my mom and I took Beckett to a pumpkin patch when she was in town. Schaake's had pumpkins of every size, shape, and variety. We went home with a really warty one.
Beckett lost his footing on a vine, and I just happened to catch it with the camera. Whoa.
Beckett picked out a tiny, white pumpkin. He carried it all around the patch. It's now sitting on our table with the other fall gourds.
Here he shows me the pumpkin while I use him as a stick to measure the height of this particularly tall pumpkin.
We're about ready to go and Beckett's still holding onto that tiny pumpkin.
Running through the pumpkin patch.
Beckett lost his footing on a vine, and I just happened to catch it with the camera. Whoa.
Beckett picked out a tiny, white pumpkin. He carried it all around the patch. It's now sitting on our table with the other fall gourds.
Here he shows me the pumpkin while I use him as a stick to measure the height of this particularly tall pumpkin.
We're about ready to go and Beckett's still holding onto that tiny pumpkin.
Running through the pumpkin patch.
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