"Punkin" Picking

We had such a great weekend! Saturday we headed to a pumpkin patch in Orange County that's sure to be a family destination each fall. They had a super petting zoo. It looks like Caroline Grace has a little Dr. Doolittle in her. She and the lamb nuzzled quite a bit. And true to his boy-ness, Jackson was most interested in climbing the gate of little lamb chop's stall.

We've been asked if we picked our pumpkin. My quick reply, "Of course we did!" That's why you go to a pumpkin patch, right? Well of course, it does depend on your definition of picking. We absolutely perused an acre or two of orange; however, mostly from an anchored stance. After posing and primping and positioning our precious tots on the most photo ready of the patch, we then proceeded to pick our pumpkin albeit out of the bin by the checkout stand. That counts, right?! (And I got a ton of quite cute pictures in the patch, but that's beside the point.)

Let the Blogging Bonanza Begin

Ta-da! The Fields Four have made it into cyber-space! I have to admit I chose this font because it has the word "grande" in the title. I'm thinking so much of what we're given each day is grand! From the skunk (who was mostly pure white) in the front yard last night to my caving in and eating two Almond Crunch Ice Cream bars tonight. Daddy's grand entrance from a business trip with a little wooden airplane in tow. Let me include my grand concern for my sweet momma's health and the loss of a Fields' family friend as well as the father of friends passing this week. Grand. It's all grand. Grand amazement. Grand delight. Grand frustration. Grand heartache. All of us sitting protected, secure, loved in the palm of an even grander hand.