Thursday, October 22, 2009

Jack O'Lantern in the Pumpkin Patch

We visited Schnepf Farms for our annual trip to The Pumpkin and Chili Festival. Every year I take photos of Jack in the pumpkin patch and every year I am amazed at how much he has changed from the year before. There is just something about a little boy excitedly running through the patch from pumpkin to pumpkin looking for the perfect one. The light at the farm in the late afternoon is truly magical. The sun makes the pumpkins burn bright, the fields have a golden glow and Jack's hair shines the color of honey. Like growth rings on a tree, these photos are a record of who he has been and who he has become...

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Pretty Little Weeds....for you.

Our campsite was right next to a beautiful little clearing with lots of yellow flowers in bloom. I was watching Jack run through the flowers while the sun was starting to set and thinking to myself how lucky I am to have found a flower among weeds. Every so often there is a moment in motherhood that absolutely takes your breath away and this was one of those. Watching his golden hair and skin glow while he ran through the meadow was amazing. As he ran toward me, getting closer and closer, I felt like I was watching him leave his babyhood behind and become a boy right before my very eyes. When he reached me, his little hands cradled tiny yellow flowers he picked just for me. What I noticed wasn't the flowers, but the hands. The little hands that have gone from the chubby, dimpled wonders that are a baby's own to the strong, lean(and very dirty) hands of a boy. Sad, but sweet. So, thankfully Bryan was on hand to take our photo in that meadow at the exact moment that Jack turned from baby to boy.


While spending some much needed time together over my birthday weekend, Bryan and I found a pretty little camping spot just 45 minutes from home. A week later, we brought Jackson back for his first ever camping trip(if you don't count the backyard camping debacle that resulted in a flooded yard). What could be better than rocks for throwing, dirt to roll in and marshmallows to roast to a 3 year old boy? Jack was in his element, loving every minute spent breathing fresh air and peeing in the bushes. I loved watching my strong loving husband put up the tent and build a fire to cook by and cozy up our weekend home. The day turned to evening and we sat by the fire telling stories and watching for falling stars. Finally, we all fell into our cozy bed under the stars and cuddled up for warmth worn out from our adventure.