Abby's preschool schedule (I'm NOT kidding) and Mark's travel schedule were just too jam packed for our traditional visit to Burt's in North Georgia this month, so I bravely hauled these two napless kids to our local United Methodist Church pumpkin patch yesterday afternoon. Once Luke spent about five minutes on the various activities captured above, he got ultra-cranky and seemed to have a one-track mind...to break free and run wildly down the sidewalk toward the precipice of a steep and rocky hillside. Picture me, struggling to hold a 25 lb. sack of potatoes that happens to crying, flailing arms and legs and, oh yeah - arching its back - while helping Abby settle on two slightly sad-looking pumpkins, one tall and thin, the other short and round. No, it wasn't the perfect pumpkin patch experience. But I like 'em anyway!