Fall and a Fall

In a last ditch effort to do something "fall-ish" we decided on Friday that we were going to the pumpkin patch before Brad left. Well - this baby had other ideas, and since I was sick again, we decided to wait until Saturday morning. Little did we know we'd get our first snowfall on Friday night. All of our leaves fell off of our tree still green, so Brad raked them up for Jacks to jump in.

Have you ever seen such a pile of green leaves? Breaks my heart...where was fall!?

Here is Jacks at the pumpkin patch. It was SO much colder than we thought it would be, so of course I only had him in a vest....NOT the best idea I've ever had. They had most of the pumpkins tarped because it was so cold!

Brad doesn't seem to be having a good as time as Jacks.

Note Jacks in this picture...see his hands tucked into his vest to keep them warm? Well, about 20 seconds after this picture was taken, Jacks pulled a Rachel and fell so hard. And believe it or not - he wasn't even running! He got a double-bloody nose, a super fat lip, and I thought he had knocked out his two front teeth because there was so much blood. Thank goodness he didn't, but he was certainly a wounded soldier.

You can't tell how fat his lip really was, but it was sticking about a half inch off his face...poor little man. If only Mom had a coat on him...

This was taken about 2 days later...you can see the scrapes above his lip. That, combined with a trip into the bushes at daycare, and he looks like he's been attacked by a wild cat (I'll try to get pictures of those scratches too....they're quite the sight!)