Fall

We went to a nearby farm yesterday where they have a pumpkin patch and hayrides, and goats, and pigs and all that good farm-y stuff.  One of the baby goats escaped and ran right toward us like a puppy, jumping up on Addie and trying to eat the food out of her pockets and it did not scare her at all.

The harmless pumpkin patch on the other hand, that freaked her out.

She would not leave my side and she was very concerned about this particular pumpkin.  It had another pumpkin growing out of it, LIKE SOME SORT OF MONSTER.

It wasn't even a real pumpkin patch, they'd taken all these pumpkins and spread them out in a field and let you pick them. Grandpa thinks it's because you'd lose the kids in a real pumpkin patch, but I think it's more likely their marijuana farm is dangerously close to their pumpkin farm and they don't want nosy pumpkin getters to ruin their profesh drug ring/slave trade they have going on because that's where the real cash comes from and they just launder it through the guise of running a little ol' farm.

But I have been watching a lot of HBO, so I could be wrong.

Still very worried about the pumpkins.

Tula on the other hand could not have been more thrilled.

After pumpkin patching we came home and Tula decided to work on her crawling skills.  She's not doing it yet, she sort of lays on her stomach and flails her arms and legs around like she's pretending to paddle out to surf, but even that seems like a lot for a four month old!  You're too little to start crawling little missy!  Addie wasn't even really flipping over until she was like nine months old.  At this rate she'll probably be in a big girl bed before Addie.  

Showing off.  Lucy is supervising.

Addie decided to get down and show Tula how it's done.

"She you start like this..."

"And then ., . . Ugh. I can't. . . I don't remember what comes next."

"Just move your feet, something will happen.  Right?  Mom? Help!"