A Patch o' Pumpkins

Last weekend we made our yearly pilgrimage to do something fall-ish.  We returned to Old Baker Farm this year because (though we have nary a child) we have thoroughly perused the possibilities in our area, and found this one to be the champion.  This is the pumpkin/tractor/caramel apple/hay/corn maze/civil war re-enactment/horseshoe-making/petting zoo/sunflower seeker's paradise.  And they have a craft fair.  Mmmm hmmmm.  We went with JP, Jamie, Karlie, Noah (Jamie's brother) and kinda at the last minute, my parents and little brother Aaron, as well as my older brother Andrew and his wife Kiersten came down for the weekend!  The more the merrier...

Karlie (ever the star of the show):

JP & Jamie (of this sweet blog action):

Dad and...some sort of Corn Princess?:

Noah (looking thuuh-rilled):

*Note - Aaron, my younger bro is standing in the background, contemplating life*

Andrew, Kiersten & Baby-to-be:

Ever seen a more enthusiastic group of people?  Here are said enthusiasts, doing fallish things...

 

We're all looking a little tense about the great responsibility that lies before us.

Not to worry, though.  We succeeded famously:

Introductions are in order!

And so it begins. My blogging life. I. Am. Thrilled. No, really! I am intimidated by feeling as though I need to keep up with one more thing, but I know we'll always look back at these days as the very best in our life.

Here we are:

We're 28, and inexperienced as all get out in home improvement. I love to cook, Anthony loves to eat. We're a match made in heaven. We've been married four years next month!

Here is our abode:

This puppy still needs a lot o' work. But it's coming!

We live here with two wild animals:

This is Darcy. Darcypants, the Darceface, YOU RIDICULOUS DOG...she goes by a plethora of handles.

Hobbes thinks her name is on our mortgage. She mistakenly believes she rules the roost. In all reality, she is here to entertain the dog. Also, she is to be cute. Those are her responsibilities.
We all get along pretty famously. And THIS is the story of our lives (cue the sweeping, emotional violin music).