It's October, the weather is lovely, my parents are in town, and we have a baby. So we did like families the world over (well, maybe not the WORLD, but anywhere where they celebrate Halloween, and do so with pumpkins, and grow pumpkins in that country, and so on, ANYWAY YOU GET MY POINT) and took Callum to a pumpkin patch. A real one where you actually go into the field and cut the pumpkins off the vine yourself.
Eight and a half months is pretty much juuuuust on the cusp of being able to enjoy a pumpkin patch. Obviously he wasn't about to start picking out his favorite pumpkin and demanding to buy it. But when we sat him in the pumpkin field he was interested in the textures and the pumpkins, and reached out to grab some of the vines, only to discover that they are covered with sharp little spikes and pull his hand back quickly.
He was too young for the bouncy house, of course, and the corn maze and so forth. But he liked the petting zoo and he didn't seem to mind being seated on a bale of hay, or on an actual pumpkin. And we enjoyed the patch, and we didn't stay too long. Next year he'll be much more into it and it will probably be a more involved trip, but this year actually exceeded our expectations for the baby-pumpkin patch experience.
And, much to Torsten's delight, he really seemed to like petting his first goat. There were many delighted shrieks and big smiles.
So. A good first visit. And a good start to what will hopefully become an annual photo series. And a good start to October. Happy fall to everyone.
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