So I’ve been having MAJOR pumpkin patch withdrawal here in Tejas.  I’ve searched high and low, and come pretty close, to finding one akin to the kind they grow in the Midwest, but alas – even if they get the rides and the corn maze right – the apple cider donuts are nowhere to be found.  And I loves me some apple cider donuts. We made a day out of it last weekend – pumpkin patching it, that is – and settled on a little farm in East Texas, Yesterland Farm.  It was super cute.  I thought it would be overrun with crowds, but it wasn’t, so yeah for that.  It wasn’t hot yet and my parents even met us there, which thrilled C to no end.  Baby Ella on the other hand, was being her prickly toddler-ey self, refusing any and all snacks we offered her, not wanting to be held or put down – basically acting like the 16 year old-trapped-in-an-almost-2-year-old’s-body that she is. Despite her best efforts at grouchiness, we managed to get some pretty good pics: Turns out that corn dogs will cure any malady – that is, until said corn dog is dropped in the dirt and rendered inedible.  But we pressed on – wearing matching “vintage” (2008, like a fine wine) Matilda Jane knot dresses.  Ella’s was C’s when she was almost 2.  Aw, nom nom nom little pudgy-legged crankypants, I love ya. C’s dress was an eBay find.  I’m such a good hunter and gatherer. C posing in front of a wagon filled with pumpkins.  Like two little old ladies – sitting in their rockers down on the farm.  Or a Cracker Barrel, maybe? And in this pic you’ll note the brand new penguin converse.  Why I put new shoes on her to tromp around in the dirt, I don’t know – BUT again, I am such a good hunter and gatherer.  And finally…the face-painting.  So I guess the lady drew too long of a tail and made Charlie a dino moostash.  And then she over-compensated by painting an extra long neck on the long-neck.  I’m all for doing fun stuff like this, but I have to say – I was pretty happy it washed off quickly because it was kinda…well…weird.  But of course, the girlie loved it and wanted to know why she couldn’t “wear the dino to school”.  Because, my darling, you look like you have a DINO MOOSTASH. And so, to conclude, no donuts.  No apple butter, no apple streusel, no fresh pies and no apple pancake mix.  I know, I know – it’s fall and I’m apple-obsessed.  It’s probably a good thing because I’ve been baking and eating too much pumpkin ice cream.  See why I need to bank in an extra five pounds during the holiday season?  I’m helpless against the powers of baked goods/all things peppermint-flavored/salted caramel mocha’s!!  Gah!!