'Tis the season for all things pumpkin and bittersweet...
This tradition was started when Ransom was first newborn. We'd load everyone up in the car bright and early in the morning - all decked out in orange of course...well, except me. I'm too vain - and we'd drive until we'd come to an old dirt road.
Kaden and Jesse would get to ride up in the front seat, and I would hunker down in back with the baby. We are in our third year of this now, and it's fun to see how Ransom gets just as much into it as the older boys.
We tell them eight jillion times to quiet down or we'll NEVER see anything.
They remember this tidbit of knowledge for 1.2 billionth of a second.
We load up on snacks and treats.
And we reconcile ourselves to the fact that we probably will never get a blessed thing.
Thus ended that heater hunting trip quite abruptly.
Just think of the memories they'll have for their own kids some day.