Yesterday we went to pick out our Halloween pumpkin at this charming little farm.
We had a blast... here's some of the things we did.
Mini straw maze for the intrepid explorers.
Hitchin' a ride...
Then "helping" out...
After claiming that nearly EVERY SINGLE PUMPKIN in the patch is,
"A widdle too funny"we narrowed it down to one perfect "Ava Baby Punkin"
Wait.
Maybe THIS one is better?
This was hilarious.
There was a tallish weed... just one... sitting right where Ava needed to go.
Instead of walking around it.
Or even trampling the Practically Non-Existent piece of straw.
She oh-so carefully straddled the bad boy and tiptoed right over it.
Here's a closer shot:
And there was a choo choo train.
Oh yes. A Choo. Choo. Train.
And guess who was the lucky mom who was commanded requested to ride along with?
yes. me.
We started out sitting together.
I think Ava gets sick of me taking her picture...
what do you think?
Then at the VERY LAST SECOND she jumped out and ran to the caboose.
Ava totally ditched me for a cooler 6 year old.
I felt so awesome.
Being the ONLY adult on the train (even the kid who drove the thing was no older than 13)
And feeling really, really, really cool as parents STOOD on the side of the tracks
as they waved to their kids, snapping up pictures,
and trying not to stare at me with
pity. disgust. sympathy.
take your pick.
Such a shining moment in my life.
Oh well!
We got three great pumpkins
and many many more great memories of the day.
Afterward, we went to Red Robin for my birthday burger!
As we were walking out, Ava noticed other kids getting their faces painted and wanted a Pink Butterfly on her face too.
We were shocked how STILL she sat while the girl painted.
Even after it was all finished, Ava didn't even want to MOVE for fear of messing it up.
She was so proud.
Until she realized how fun it is to wipe off.
