Of parks and pumpkins
Yesterday we attempted to take Jack to a local PBS event called Arthur's Picnic in the Park. I stupidly thought it would be great fun, we would get to meet Curious George (which Jack has already done once, but he was pretty young then and doesn't remember), Bert & Ernie, Arthur and more. What I didn't realize was that they would set up tents, put a different character in each tent, and then have 2 and 3 year olds line up for up to 2 hours to see "each" character. (So 5 hours later you would have seen maybe 3 characters.) I had imagined the furry things would be walking around, like at Disney World, so I told Jack that George was just too busy to play today and we left.
We did what any other Halloween crazed people would do, and went to the pumpkin patch instead. (But not before playing with a giant Hibiscus we found lying on the grass on the 2 mile hike back to the car. Man, he is so cute in that flower picture I could eat him up.)
As soon we arrived at the pumpkin farm Jack yelled out, "It's a pumpkin party! Look at all those pumpkins." (That big pile o' pumpkins is reportedly 56,000+ pounds of pumpkins.) He ran around the farm putting pumpkin after pumpkin into the wagon. I think he would have bought 100 pumpkins if we would have let him. He is particularly fond of the "tiny pumpkins."
I guess it's a good thing I decided to have a pumpkin party for the "number free burfday" then, eh?
When I was uploading the photos from yesterday I realized how much taller Jack is than last year when he could walk through that tunnel easily. By next year I imagine he will be crawling through it!
And my sewing machine is repaired at last! I whipped up a quick pillow as a gift for someone, but I need to get on that huge pile of things to be sewn. Jack really has his heart set on an owl costume for Halloween, and with time flying at the rate it is right now, I need to get the other projects done so I can get started on that very soon.
Guess I had better go clean up the messy disaster in there now then. LOL