Every year, we go in search of the best local pumpkin patches. Two years ago we went to Pastorino Farms in Half Moon Bay and Webb Ranch in Portola Valley. Last year, we went to Moore’s Pumpkin Patch in Dublin.
This year, we trekked down to Spina Farms Pumpkin Patch in San Jose. Far…near Coyote Valley. It was perfect. Not too commercial, not too much traffic (although I started working at 6 am so I we could leave in the early afternoon on a weekday), pumpkins laid out beautifully, an interactive learning center, a mini-hay bale maze, giant orange chairs, a sunflower field and of course, rides! Namely, a train, a hay-ride, and a barrel train ride. And this doesn’t even include the petting zoo or pony rides, which are weekend-only attractions. Continue reading “Pumpkins, Hay Rides and Sunflower Fields”
There is a special place in my heart for Filoli. When I was on (my insanely short) maternity leave with Carter, I purchased a season pass and went to stroll the ground with him every week. I loved watching the gardens changed with the seasons, the almost unworldly beauty of the grounds, the peace I felt when I was there. It was a perfect place to bond with my first baby.
This fall, my cousins invited us to Filoli for their Fall festival. The festival itself was just a stack of hay bales, and a couple craft tables, but the gardens were beautiful and we had a lovely time. Continue reading “Adventures in Filoli”
I got it into my head that I wanted to take Carter to Legoland this year. It just seemed like the perfect age since his Lego obsession is in full swing, and his enthusiasm is still so unbridled and joyous. We were able to make a trip to San Diego thanks to our Southwest companion pass (I love that thing!) and the hospitality of my beloved aunt and uncle.
Pretty sure they immediately second guessed their invitation to stay when, at dinner on our first night, Aila had such a massive pootastrophe that she ended up basically naked, and wrapped in rags and napkins from the restaurant!
Daddy got some good snuggles on the plane.
Continue reading “Two Families in San Diego”
Over Labor Day weekend, the entire Bradshaw clan gathered in Utah for Grandma Karen and Grandpa George’s 50th anniversary. The days were packed, the nights were late, and the laughs – especially the kids’ – were long and loud. Continue reading “A Utah Reunion”
Three started out a little rough for our Boogie. He moved, had a baby sister, and started a bilingual preschool. He had a hard time transitioning to school, and we were called into meetings with teachers several times. But, after a few months, Carter seemed to settle into his new routine and his teachers finally started to see his sweetness and smiles. Thank goodness.
I’ve loved watching him grow as a big brother. He adores his sister and can make her laugh harder than anyone else in the world. He loves kissing her, putting his arm around her, poking her in the belly button, blowing bubbles in the bathwater with her, giving her goodnight kisses, and chasing her around the house. Continue reading “Carter Turns Four”