The Pumpkin Patch

It’s been too long since Justin, James and I have had a family Saturday morning.  Saturday morning outings are one of my favorite things, and telling James we were going to the pumpkin patch was like saying we were going to Disney World!

I also LOVE the pumpkin patch.  I feel like it kicks off the fall and holiday season. James doesn’t look too much older than last year's pumpkin patch trip, but his cognitive and language development make him an entirely different person.  Last year, my one and a half year old toddled through the patch calling the pumpkins “pabus..” 

October 2011

This year, my two and a half year old ran through the pumpkins talking NON-STOP.  “Daddy gonna get you?  Here goes!  I gonna run.  Watch me!  On you mark, get set, goooooo!”

“Where’s a spittle bug? Daddy gonna help me find a spittle bug? Mommy gonna help me find a spittle bug?  Oh, dere’s a spittle bug!  I gonna catch him.”

“Oh, das a big punkin. Dere’s a wittle punkin.  How many punkins?  Wet’s count and see. One, two, thwee.  Dat punkin is bumpy!  It’s orange.”

“I gonna sit.”

Justin and I both said we like this picture, because that’s the face he makes when he’s talking.  {Here, he was talking about his sticker.}

Like usual, he adopted one little toy, stick, bug, etc.  This time it was a pumpkin, thank goodness.  And it did not leave his hand.

We bought that little pumpkin, and Justin picked one out to go with it.

We have already been back to the pumpkin patch and have more trips planned.  It’s directly across from our school and church so, it’s hard not to stop by in October.  Three years at the pumpkin patch.  We’ve gone from baby,

to wiping my kisses off.

I say it all the time; this big boy will always be my baby.