Pumpkin Patch

On Saturday we went to TG Farms in Norman to pick our pumpkins. They had an entire setup of fun things for the boys to enjoy on top of the pumpkin patch. There were black tubes doubling as slides and now that I think about it, not entirely that secure. It took some cajoling to get Joshy down the dark tube and as a final act before hopping in, he let Jessi know one more time that she had better catch him.

One thing I found rather ingenious was how they had turned tires into horse swings. I would have never come up with that idea in a million years. Well, maybe in a million years. That is a lot of years. Still, it was pretty clever.

Ben was just happy if he could sit and play in the sand. Every time he would start to go for a patch of grass out of his grasp, we would will him to crawl. I am sure the other parent's at the make shift sandbox enjoyed the chanting of "Go boozer, go...go boozer, go". You know, boozer has just become this extension of boo but now that I think about it, that may not be the best idea for a baby's nickname. He has been ridiculously close to crawling for several weeks now but comes up just shy each time.

At one point, John said that he and Joshy were going to go walk through the maze. When I looked over to check on them a bit later, I couldn't help but laugh. It may just be me but I think that they may have missed the point of "maze".

Then again, what they lacked in maze understanding they made up for in their literal interpretation of hay ride. It only took about two minutes before Joshy was practically buried in hay. Good thing there were no adults around to get onto them.

The main event was the pumpkin patch itself where we each got to pick out one pumpkin. John and I took our standard picture, which is apparently the only pose we have. We have talked about building up our repertoire but you know, if it isn't broke, don't fix it. I had great intentions of getting a picture of the boys together but if one was happy, the other didn't want to sit and if the other would sit, the first was crying. The best laid plans...

To round off the day we went to Chili's for dinner. The waiter took our order without writing it down and then had to come back while punching it in to ask us "What did you want, again?". Seriously, just write it down when we are ordering. The coolness factor is lost when you have to come back for repeats.