We hit up the pumpkin farm last weekend determined to find the largest pumpkin we could. Pat's dreaming of carving a masterpiece (I just like how they look on the front porch)
Finley had a hard time choosing...
She wanted one that wasn't dirty. We found it!
Yay, proof I exist.
Meow...
The next series of shots cracks me up. We have our family pictures next weekend and I hope the photographer knows what she's getting into. There is some rule in the universe that only 1 Morgan can be smiling at a time. And, poor Fifi.
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