Okay, seriously, I love a good fall festival as much as the next guy. But the HEIGHT of Southern silliness to me is clothing monogrammed with pumpkin patch motifs - particularly turtlenecks and sweaters. A. You already know it's going to be 80* out there, and B. Why in the world would you pay that kind of money for something a kid can only conceivably wear for a week or two, especially considering A? We went to a pumpkin patch on Saturday, and I was instantly perturbed by the mothers hovering with expensive cameras around overdressed children, scolding them for PLAYING the games specifically designed for them, for fear they might smudge their monogrammed sweaters.
Come on, ya'll.
Determined not to be That Mom, I did not hover (any more than I normally would in a crowd, which is far less than some, a little more than others), nor did I screech "SMILE!", nor did I scold them for getting dirty. Which means I did not get many good pictures.
But they had a great time.
(They DID have on color-coordinated clothes, but purely for safety reasons. This is the only parenting trick I ever took from Jon & Kate - if you have them all in the same distinctive color, you can count the number of blonde curls in orange shirts in the bouncy house and determine that everyone is safe. Good call.)
Want to see?
A corn box. Way better than sand.
Sliding down the hay.
Silas following a baby goat. He was so intrigued by a little critter exactly his size.
Riding a toddler-sized tractor.