So we took Jackson to the pumpkin patch yesterday. Or...should I say...a parking lot covered in hay? I've been scouting several places, not wanting my little man to pick out a pumpkin from a cement slab. I wanted the works! A grassy knoll strewn with great big orange pumpkins, the corn maze, a hayride, and cool Fall weather. Neither of those things were going to happen in Florida! So...once again...I vehemently vowed to my husband, "I'm not living here forever!" For clarification, "forever" means before Jackson starts school. Anyways, I'll save the Florida bashing for another post.
Cement and all, my little Monkey did not seem to mind. He was in Heaven! To him, he was surrounded by great big orange balls! He loves balls! He trotted his sweet, chunky baby legs up and down rows of "orange balls" until he found some he could clutch in his little, but deceptively strong hands. Let the pumpkin tossing commence! Those poor things didn't stand a chance! Before I could say, "NO" he had attacked a whole pile of them and proceeded to chunk them left and right! Oh well...no harm done! Although, I'm not sure the battered and bruised pumpkins we left behind would agree. I'm pretty sure I heard screaming at one point!
Trolling for victims
The unsuspecting pumpkins
Before "The Great Pumpkin Massacre"
For comparison, below are a couple of pictures from Jackson's first pumpkin patch visit last year.
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