Our first trip to the pumpkin patch was a failure. We drove an hour to North Georgia's most overcrowded popular pumpkin patch only to find what we should have expected to find: a half hour of bumper to bumper traffic to park and an hour long line for a stinkin' hayride. That was not the first pumpkin patch experience I envisioned for Henry.
A few days later we drove five minutes to a local church where Henry got his own personal wagon ride through the "pumpkin patch" on the church's front lawn. It was so much more relaxing and enjoyable, especially considering that there were only two other families there. Plus, the pumpkin sales went towards the youth group mission trip. Helping children and not having half of Cobb County in the background of my pumpkin patch pics? Yes, please.
Once we came home with our pumpkins, Henry tried pumpkin puree for the first time. I think he liked it, but not as much as sweet potatoes or squash. Maybe he'll enjoy it a bit more when he has teeth and can appreciate pumpkin in the form of delicious pie.
Later that night, Henry slipped into his favorite pair of pumpkin footie pajamas (thank you Grandma and Papou!), and put his feet up on the couch with Dad.
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Exquisite, every photo is achingly exquisite.
ReplyDeleteOhhhh, those were the days.
Every picture tells a story as wonderful as the one before and the one after.
Thanks very much for posting these so that we can see Henry grow up.
Love and Blessings, Mom and Dad
love them all. wish we were there...:(
ReplyDeleteoh wait! we will be very soon :)
can't wait for smooches and cuddle time with the cutest boy around!
so glad you had a better experience at the pumpkin patch! Phil and I love the last pict with Gus and Henry!
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