In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I am going to tell you a little story I call "Pumpkin Search."Once upon a time, when Rock was just a month old, we took him to search for a pumpkin. But for some reason he doesn't remember that outing. So, we set out this past Monday to find a pumpkin to carve.
But we couldn't find the same pumpkin patch. We were going on the power of my memory -- which is usually very good for directions -- but again, we couldn't find the pumpkin patch. In fact, even the GPS on Fix's phone couldn't find the pumpkin patch.
But we couldn't find the same pumpkin patch. We were going on the power of my memory -- which is usually very good for directions -- but again, we couldn't find the pumpkin patch. In fact, even the GPS on Fix's phone couldn't find the pumpkin patch.
Then we went to Homestead Gardens to find our pumpkin. It wasn't a traditional 'patch' in that they had no field, but they had plenty of pumpkins so Rock could pick the perfect one. This is not it. This one had a huge crack down the back of it.
We finally found one that was just his size. And we won't talk about how we discovered that it was rotting when we got home and that we couldn't in fact carve it because it was 'gross.'
Then we explored the rest of the fun Fall festivities... Having Daddy next to him gave Rock just enough bravery to stand somewhat close to the sheep.