These Pumpkin Patch posts are kind of like one of those bad Halloween films, aren’t they? The first one was okay but then come all of the sequels. This is the last one. Promise. You see, we are quickly approaching Halloween and then I will have numerous posts with Molly in her oh-so-cute costume, attending various Halloween functions. Yep, more sequels!
This pumpkin patch visit finds us on a field trip with Molly’s preschool class. I use the term field trip loosely because in order for her to attend, I had to drive her there, supervise her, and then drive her home. Correct me if I am wrong but aren’t you supposed to ride on a bus and be supervised by teachers on a field trip?
Anyway, call it what you will, we ended up at the pumpkin patch with lots of
screaming precious four-year-olds and their stressed out dedicated mothers, who didn’t mind one bit that they had to give up their precious 2 1/2 hours of alone time to visit the pumpkin patch for the third time.
Okay, Okay. Sarcasm aside, it really was an enjoyable morning. I got to see Molly socialize and interact in her school mode. Teachers, friends, big groups. It’s always interesting to see how grown up my baby is getting.
Kate, Brooklyn and Molly with their new friend Jack. Normally Molly wouldn't get within 10 feet of this pumpkin. Too scary. Amazing what a little
peer pressure role modeling will do for you.
Having fun in the hay maze.
Molly loves her teachers. Here she is holding hands with both of them at once. She was in preschooler heaven. So much attention paid to her by her teachers. Me? I was chopped liver. Left in the dust. Kicked to the curb.That’s okay. It was exciting to see Molly leave my side and branch out on her own.
Molly trying to figure out why the heck she is at the pumpkin patch yet again.
Picking perfect pumpkins for Daddy to carve because she knows full well that Mommy does not do pumpkin slime.
20 minutes later, after hitting multiple dead ends, we lifted the caution tape and took a short cut out of the maze. Believe me, finding your way out is much harder than it looks. We started to feel like we were in a bad Steven King film.
Happy Halloween and please, no more pumpkin patches!