I heard recently on the radio that the fall season isn’t just an illusive sense of happiness felt while wearing knee high socks and sipping on a PSL, but rather something that actually alters our mental state and results in more joyful emotions and all around feelings of warmth and fuzziness. I remember hearing it with much more scientific verbiage, but you get the jist. Pretty cool, right? And personally reassuring to know that it’s not simply in my head. Maybe it’s that almond harvest is over and I officially get my husband back, or that I can finally reopen all the windows & doors in our home, but I always knew that these three months had a dash of magic embedded within them.
Having a little one brings a whole new level of excitement about holidays. By the pep in my step, you would have thought I’d never been to a darn pumpkin patch before, it’s embarrassing really. Nonetheless, plopping him down in front of a massive pile of gourds and letting him eat straw brings me the utmost level of joy. Not to mention, baby sized pumpkins. I mean, c’mon. Cue the warm and fuzzy feelings from previous study. We thought that Avila Valley Barn would be the perfect place for his first patch visit. This little gem is located only a short drive away from our favorite sleepy little beach town, Cambria, where we spent the weekend. If secret succulent garden shops and nature walks along the cliffs strike your fancy then it’s surely worth a visit.
In between Dawson sticking hay in his eye and eating dirt, he’s also entered the stage of unprecedented curiosity. The lighting speed crawling combined with the pulling up on everything has me a little stressed & anxious to be honest, two traits that are quite out of character for myself. I suddenly find myself worrying about everything… about when he knocked his little head yesterday, how he always goes for the most dangerous thing in the room, or what if I turn away for a split second? I know that it does no good to worry, as it is all in the Lord’s hands anyways, but the mind of a Mom is such a burden sometimes. A dear friend of mine recently told me that as Mom’s we simply won’t relax until our kiddos are at least 5 (or 18… or ever, really). I’m slowly but surely coming to terms with this truth. Easier said than done.
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus” Philippians 4:6-7
We’re big fans of anything that can keep the baby somewhat clean during a day out. Dawson’s bandana bib from Me2Bibs is a must have if your little one is a slobberer like mine. Cute, soft and reversible! All other outfit details are below.