This year the seasons and their traditions have been so much more fun now that Benji is starting to understand or at least actively enjoy them. Last year Halloween was all about putting candy in and out of the candy bucket. It was also about putting his tiny pumpkins in and out of the candy bucket. Come to think of it, at that time last year most everything was about filling and emptying containers. This year, on the other hand, was filled with stereotypical traditions. We went to the pumpkin patch and took a hayride to pick our pumpkin, carved a pumpkin, and learned how to say "trick-or-treat".
A few weeks prior to Halloween we were at the park near our house and one of the hayride tractors drove past. Benji got very excited about the "truck" and wanted to chase it down the dirt road. Needless to say he was not happy that Mommy made him sit in her lap and wave to instead of chase after the tractor. So when it came time to get our Halloween pumpkin of course we had to go to the farm instead of getting it at the grocery store. And of course we had to go on the hayride instead of just getting it at the farmstand. Benji wasn't as completely excited as he was when we saw the tractor a few weeks earlier, but he still enjoyed the ride and picking a pumpkin straight from the patch. He checked out a few bigger ones before settling on a very small one. Of course it helped that he could actually carry the small one himself. After an entire month of storytimes with pumpkin-themed books, he was quite familiar with pumpkins and excited to have his very own!
Hayride! What fun!
Let me check out this big pumpkin.
Actually, this little one is just right.
We thought Benji would want a really big pumpkin, but it turns out he preferred one he could carry himself.
Got to get a photo with the tractor, right? (As I was writing this blog post, Benji came over and decided to help me narrate. Benji's caption: "Benji and truck.")
At the farm they had lots of wooden characters and other decorations. Benji ran right up to this one and popped his head through the driver's window. So cute! ("Benji in bus")
They also had a kid-sized playhouse which Benji adored. We spent so long running around in there and peeking out the windows. ("Benji in house")
Every time any parent would call to their kids to get a photo in the window Benji would also run over. He loved peeking out those windows!
Doesn't he look like he belongs in a magazine or catalog in this one?
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
