Guest Post - Kate from Daffodils

           Good morning lovelies! Happy Halloween! I haven't stuffed myself with Halloween candy just yet, maybe that part is still to come. First, I wanted to make you know about the Pick Your Plum giveaway that is open until this Friday. Enter if you haven't yet! It is for a $50 gift card for their craft supplies. Go here for the giveaway post. 


         Second, the winner of the Brittany Chavers necklace is Val from A Texan Odyssey! Congrats Val! 

Today I have a lovely blogger for you by the name of Kate doing a guest post here. This week you will have a few guest posts because tomorrow I launch my new series, From My Hometown To Yours. This series is hypothetical, if I took a vacation to come visit you where would you take me, what would you show me and where would we go eat!  I have the posts going up each Tuesday and Thursday in November. If anyone would like to participate in this series, please contact me :-) 

Hi henning love, loves! My name is Kate and you can find me over at Daffodils blogging about life in Monterey, CA with my two little boys and handsome husband. Meg and I are new blogger friends and I am so happy I found her because not only is she beautiful and talented, but o-so-nice too. Her comments are so sweet and I hope we can meet in real life one day. I am incredibly excited to be over here today to share one of my favorite stories about my family’s pumpkin patch tradition.

Growing up, going to the pumpkin patch was a big deal, so you can imagine my excitement when I brought Kev (my now hubby) along for the first time. We were already engaged, but it was the first fall we were together, so this was still a big moment for me: how would my future husband fare during one of my favorite days of the year? My parents, three brothers, fiancé and I piled into my family’s ancient Suburban and started heading south. There were talks of who could find the best pumpkin, who would win the miniature pedal tractor race and who could jump the furthest off the rope in the hay barn. Just outside my neighborhood, we stopped for gas, and my brothers immediately leaped out of the car to throw the football since they are literally incapable of sitting still, or doing anything that doesn’t involve competition. My soccer playing fiancé, bless his heart, attempted to get in on the action. Being that he was a Division 1 goalie, his involuntary action was to kick the football. Well, kick it he did…all the way onto the roof of the 7/11. My brothers collapsed on to the ground like that had been hit in the groin with a barbell, accused my fiancé of ruining their year, demanded I give him my engagement ring back and assured him he was not welcome to join our family. My dear mom told them it would be ok, we would stop and get another football (we really did), but they still all returned to the Suburban, sulking and disheartened because ‘that guy’ destroyed everything.

They ultimately forgave him and let us get married a few months later. They even agreed to be in the wedding, but only if they could wear tuxedo t-shirts (which they did, but thankfully not until the reception). And just when my husband and I thought we were in the clear from the football incident, the following Christmas, at age 26,  he received youth, pink soccer socks and a Barbie soccer ball from my 26, 18 and 15 year old brothers. To this day, my they give Kev a hard time about it!

Kev with his peace offering to my brothers: tuxedo Tshirts

Luckily Kev has redeemed himself in my eyes and has faithfully taken me (and now our boys too) to the pumpkin patch every year. It is so fun to pass these traditions down to our own children and I can’t wait to see how they continue to develop.

My 3 boys enjoying our annual pumpkin patch traditions

Baby Bennett's first trip to the pumpkin patch!

Do you have any great family tradition stories? I’d love to hear!

I hope you will pop over to Daffodils to say hello! Thanks Meg for letting me share this little piece of my family history