the pumpkin patch

Today we ventured to the pumpkin patch because nothing screams fall like some corn stalks twice your height and a million pumpkins in a field of mud. (See also: a baby in a beanie, pumpkin spice lattes, scarves and boots.) Maddox was the best trooper even though it was a little chilly and I'm sure pumpking patching wasn't high on his list of things he wanted to do (babies have a list, you guys). We also brought out our Happy Baby Wrap which was my best friend when Maddox was a frog-legged newborn but then he gained some weight and I just recently figured out how to wear a bigger, squirmier, launches-himself-backwards baby. And let me say, I'm a fan. Today mostly made me fall madly in love with Montana falls. Typically we have summer or winter, we're not big on the in betweens up here. But this year, Montana is gifting us some crisp fall days and some beautifully leafed trees and the best kind of weather to dust off your boots and pick up some coffee and spend a little extra time in the great outdoors before Montana realizes that it's two weeks into October and there's no snow on the ground. Everyone shhh about that last part. Let's all collectively see how long we can postpone winter. (Also, let's talk about how lucky we are to have farm land an inch from my city. Because you probably wouldn't believe that there are houses and subdivisions surrounding all of this and this pumpkin patch was maybe ten minutes from our house. Never leaving the last best place.)