The Patch

We spent Sunday morning at our local pumpkin patch where we continued our streak of purchasing zero pumpkins.

But we did get Dash tatted up.

We decided that at six he was plenty old enough for his first ink.

Then we came home with our sweet friends and ate veggie chili and cornbread and the boys played with the creepy dollhouse (squee!).

And then Dash read a book in the bath and I died from the sheer delight of it all.