The Corn Box

We haven't been on a beach vacation in a few years; in fact, none of our children remember being at the beach. We discovered something almost as good this season, though--the corn box at the pumpkin patch. The kids could scoop it, pour it, and bury themselves in it just like sand; but it was MUCH easier to clean up. It was fun for hours. Literally. I had to leave to go do a party, but Hubby and the kids ended up coming back for more.

This is my favorite shot of the day: The girls in the hay maze. Someone said it looks like the cover of a country music album. Maybe we just need to replace the pink Crocs with some boots, then it would be perfect. Happy fall, y'all!

The Holy City

We drove to Alton, IL, the other day to deliver a 31 order. As we crossed the bridge, Little Sissy looked out the window at the downtown buildings in varying sizes and said in awe, "Oh, Mommy! Are we in Jerusalem?"