Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Pumpkin Picking 2012

I feel like we've had a very busy few weeks and after a nice weekend yielded a wealth of friends sharing their pumpkin patch pictures via Facebook it reminded us just how quickly Halloween was coming up.  We decided to take advantage of a nice Sunday morning to head out to the pumpkin patch to pick our own pumpkins.

This is the third time we've trekked out to the fields to pick our perfect pumpkins.

1st visit:

Jack was 7 months old here

2nd visit:

Jack was about 1 1/2 years old

Annnnd this year's visit:

27 weeks, 6 days pregnant with Baby Dos

You'll notice that 2 1/2 year old Jack is not in the picture because, well... he's 2 1/2 and was having a rather 2 1/2-year-old kind of day.  Despite Jack's being rather photogenically inclined as of late he of course firmly declined pictures while at the pumpkin patch so the only child I could get to take a picture with me was the one currently residing in my ute who didn't get a choice about the situation.

Jack's pictures this year looked a little more like this:

Hey!  This one's not so bad.  I think he was telling us to "go away!" though :/

Yes, Mark was laughing in the final photo while Jack is crying.  No, he was not laughing AT the crying child, but rather the whole situation as by this time we had entered the laugh or cry territory and we chose to laugh.  Now, in Jack's defense, he had adamantly declined his photo opportunities (well, except for the one with the pumpkin. He wanted that one... but then he didn't, but then he did, but then he didn't...) and yet we persisted in trying to snap a few photos for the memory books.  So, this is what we get.

Despite what you see in the photos Jack was actually pretty excited about picking out a pumpkin.  He had a lot of fun traipsing through the (muddy) field and looking at the pumpkins.  He did have a good time, he just wanted no part of pictures for whatever strange toddler reason.  It's especially odd considering he's been pretty into having his picture taken lately and will actually request it, but yeah, go figure toddlerness strikes again at an outing where we actually wanted to snap a few pictures to capture the memory.  Well, capture the memory we did! 

After we picked out our pumpkins we headed over to the little play area, which is where the day quickly declined.  We had never been to the play area before (they have a food stand, corn maze, bouncy house, barrel train ride, etc.) because Jack had been too young to enjoy it, but on the way in he caught sight of the barrel train and was very excited about the prospect of riding it so we decided to give it a try.

When we arrived in the play area Jack was feeling every day of his 2 1/2 years and decided at that point he didn't want to ride the train anymore, he wanted to go down the GIANT blow up slide that you have to climb up one steep side to access.  It was not at all for his age group.  We explained to him that he couldn't go down the big slide, but that he could ride the train.  ::cue immediate breakdown::  He was in a weird mood.

Then he wanted to ride the train.  He didn't want to ride the train.  He wanted to ride the train.  He didn't want to ride the train.  Okay,  he REALLY wanted to ride the train.  We bought tickets.  We stood in the short line (Mark and I feeling apprehensive because we really didn't know that this little activity was going to have a great outcome considering the kind of mood Jack was in).  Jack was really excited waiting for the train.  He got in the train:

And then he started waffling again - he wanted to ride, he didn't.  He wanted to ride, he didn't.  Then there were some tears, I can't remember if it was because he wanted to ride or he didn't, but at that point it was obvious the train ride wasn't happening.  Oh yeah, then he threw a leg over the side of the car.  That's when we took him back out and decided it definitely wasn't happening.  Then he had a meltdown because he wanted to ride the train.  At that point we decided we were leaving and ended the madness.  Maybe next year.

If nothing else, this year's trip to the pumpkin patch was certainly a microcosm of life right now.  Toddlerhood is nothing if not an exercise in extremes.  One minute the kid is happy as a clam, the next he's throwing a fit.  Emotions are hard stuff! 

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