Of course we had to take them to the good 'ole Spicer park, too. It was a cool day and the lake was a beautiful blue and the leaves were crunchy under our feet.
Have to throw a picture of us in here every now and then, too!
Ryan had been to the pumpkin patch at a farm about 30 miles away with his preschool class, so we opted not to make Grandma and Grandpa drive any more. Parking lot pumpkin picking is just as fun, huh?
If we are with Pa Paw Putty during pumpkin carving time, he does the drawing and then Steve does the carving... but here he takes the honorary official stab. Look out pumpkin!
PaPaw Putty takes on Ryan with some boy energy...
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I really like it that you call yourself a Minnesotan ;D...Does this mean you'll stay and be my friend?
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