Not to copy directly from Erika's post at Something Beautiful, but I was so inspired by her blog about visiting a pumpkin patch that I practically salivated Pumpkin Spice Latte and warm leather boots. I immediately started Googling pumpkin patches. Apparently, the universe was also telling me to go to a pumpkin patch: that same day, two people at work (oh yes, I have a very part-time job at a spa now!) told me about an awesome pumpkin patch nearby called Anderson Farms. I talked my Dad and stepmom into joining us and early Saturday morning we were off! They love spending time with their grandson.
I tried to coordinate outfits until Ryan gave me "the look", the look that means "We aren't doing that" and so we didn't match completely, but I would be lying if I said that this picture of three of us didn't bother me in the slightest because I am wearing a red scarf, while my two guys are dressed in blues. I'll still frame it though. :)
We arrived at Anderson Farms, greeted by an absolutely gigantic pumpkin atop a large silo. The pumpkin looked real, I mean, of course it wasn't - right? Right? I definitely kept looking at it, even though I knew it couldn't be real. Of course not. That would be silly.
Immediately inside the farm were approximately 1,000 cute places to take pictures of your children. All around us were parents snapping away adorable shots of their little ones by mums, by pumpkins, by corn and fall leaves. They were so lame, those parents, but we are nothing if not lame parents, overly excited by everything about parenting and so we jumped in with both feet and promptly put our little one on top of a wagon bursting with pumpkins.
He was understandably thrilled and I took a shot of all three parental units all manuerving for the one perfect shot, which we didn't get, because LittleM decided he hated the whole thing.
"You see this pumpkin? It's mine. All these are mine. Now get the heck out."
After that fiasco, we decided to do the tractor pull, which was sort of like a hayride, but only lower. LittleM loved it and when we got off, he definitely cried. More and more I am reminded that he is edging right into toddler without our express permission. It's amazing, it's wonderful, it's sad. It's all those things. After the little hayride, we headed over for the
After we all scrubbed our hands, we headed over to the corn maze. Confession: I have never been in a corn maze. Ever. Ryan and I went to a corn maze over in a weird part of town a few years ago, and I was so turned off by the whole place that we didn't even try. This corn maze was everything I thought a corn maze should be: tall, lush and sort of like a portal to another dimension. I kept thinking of the movie Signs, which is such a great film because it scares the crap out of me without terrifying me, and Joaquim Phoenix is pretty much perfection in it.
I don't know what LittleM thought of the corn maze (he was very into his Apple Pear Sweet Potato Puree Pouch), but his stroller thought it was VERY STUPID.
Turns out strollers are not made for corn mazes with muddy holes. We took turns navigating it over the many bumps and grooves in the corn and he giggled as we went, no doubt thinking "Ah, these stupid people and their outings. Gotta love them." There was a little tower in the corn maze that looked down onto the maze and I couldn't believe how far out the corn went. It was like being in Nebraska!
It was pretty much a perfect sort of morning. I can't believe how big my little baby is getting. He so longs to be one of the big kids, and I want to wrap him up in a time capsule to preserve these precious days where he is still sort of a baby.
It was fun to be all together, although we did miss my sister, who is gallivanting around Europe taking ridiculous pictures of rainbows and magic cattle.
We debated eating BBQ ribs on a stick, but in interest of time and our stomachs, we decided against it and had soup at home instead. I am so glad that we left (and arrived) when we did: the line to get in when we left was about a quarter mile long.
At night, Anderson Farms turns into a horror festival, where you can run around the corn field being chased by chainsaw wielding psychos and shoot zombies with paintball guns from a hayride. Yeah, I'll pass on screaming for my life in a corn maze. That sounded fun, um, never.
*All I had to say was paintball and zombies and Ryan's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. He might go back.*
We headed home to enjoy some homemade apple crisp and an epic-record setting nap for LittleM.
All in all, a pretty perfect pumpkin-themed day.