The Pumpkin Trail...

Last month we visited the pumpkin trail with Aunt Rachey. I'm finally getting around to sharing some of our favorite pictures!

Loved this!

Caterpillar pumpkins

How's the view, Luc?!

Lyla got really excited to see a pink pumpkin.

A Cinderella pumpkin? Oh my!

What does the fox say?

An ode to Coach Kliff…ahhhhh

Someone was not a fan of this...

but a different someone was!

Monsters Inc. Mike

Inappropriate? Probably. But a little funny, yeah?

Cute little minion

This was when the tantrum occurred because Lyla wanted to be the "line leader."

It's hard being three.

Our little pumpkins!

Daddy and his girls

Aunt Rachey loves her girls.

Oh, how I love her.

Minnie!

Not sure what made this one so great?!

From the movie Cars

Good times were had by all!

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