Growing up in New England where fall isn’t just a season–it is more of an art form–each year I looked forward to pulling out my fall boots and cozy sweaters and welcoming in my favorite season. Apple picking, carving pumpkins were always on the agenda. Even in California, a place not known for a dramatic change in seasons, we can find places to do both.

Now that we have a baby, celebrating holidays such as Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas now seem just as fun as they were when we were children. You know how that feeling of excitement fades as you get older? Well the feeling comes back with babies around. Everything feels new again. At least it does for me.  So we have pretty much had a pumpkin picking date scheduled since Jackson was born.

We had a great time at a local farm picking out a pumpkin for each member of our little family. Even though the weather was very warm, the act of picking our pumpkins made it officially feel like fall had begun. And so did a new family tradition. Jackson won’t remember this day when he is older…

But I certainly will.