Kicking off the night in the corn crib
And we wonder how all the corn got in his boots?
Um, anybody else think maybe I should get me a little one to dress up in pink fluff?
Okay, maybe Seth isn’t too keen on that idea…
Who needs to carve a pumpkin when you can just paint one?
No comment. (Except, I want one.)
Heading back to the bonfire for the wienie roast
Poor Kasey…..this pot of chili spilled in her truck on the way to the farm. Needless to say, we were extra careful not to spill any more on the flatbed (though something tells me this would have been easier to hose down than Brock’s truck…)
Jim and Daniel, dutifully feeding their famished wives
The mr. and mrs., sneaking a kiss
Mommy and Seth on the real moonlit hayride
Ending the night on the four-wheeler, pickin’ up chicks =)
And, of course, the shoes full o’ corn.