My Pumpkin At The Patch

Our MOPS group made a visit to the pumpkin patch this week. I meant to post these earlier, but with a boy who isn’t sleeping, another table refinish project going on, and spotty internet access this morning, it just didn’t happen.

And now for your viewing pleasure, here are way too many pictures of an adorable little boy at the pumpkin patch.

It was a bit windy! He went right to exploring when we arrived. He’s definitely starting to come out of his little shy shell. He immediately was concerned about how these pumpkins were stacked. He felt the need to make sure it was done properly. So thrilled with all the pumpkins. He was giving the giant pumpkin a hug. My sweet boy! Our buddy Kirk was sharing his corn with Caedmon. I don’t think they were quite sure what to do with it. I can’t say that I really know, either. Caedmon was all about climbing in and out of the wagons. They were supposed to haul pumpkins, not little boys. But he and Zachary were having themselves a good old time disregarding their intended use. We got to go see the chickens. Caedmon was especially concerned with this one, who seemed to be a little escape artist. Thanks Michelle for this great picture on the hayride! An action shot on the hayride. Caedmon l.o.v.e.d. it. The view across the patch. During the hayride, we got to stop and choose our own pumpkins. After a minor meltdown and a little coaxing, Caedmon walked over and very decidedly picked out his pumpkin of power. There was no changing his mind. The above and below pictures are my attempt at getting a picture with the pumpkin of power. This was as good as it got.On the hayride back to the tent, he was very serious about his pumpkin. He was also serious about some “pries” and chicken. Like a good little boy, he ate all his nuggets. The fries he didn’t eat at lunch were polished off at dinner. Cold fries? Yes, apparently that’s some good stuff. Since we didn’t get a great photo with the pumpkin at the patch, I thought I’d try one more time after lunch. Oz had to check it out, and Caedmon was none too pleased about it.See? Still a little peeved that Oz dared get close to his pumpkin. And one final shot…yes, his pants are wet. That’s what happens when you spend the morning at the pumpkin patch, I suppose.

The pumpkin of power sits in a place of honor on the kitchen counter. You’re laughing, aren’t you? Around here, if it gets to stay on the kitchen counter longer than a day, it really is special.

Maybe I can manage to get a happy picture with the pumpkin. I’m not holding my breath.