On Monday my sister and I loaded up the boys and took part in a fun fall staple - pumpkin picking on a small local farm. We have been planning to take them for a while now, and after hunting down the perfect place, we waited until mid October so it would truly be fall when we went.
Despite the heat, nothing could keep my handsome fella from having a good time, he thought the pumpkins we amazing, the wagon was a blast, and all the bugs were a new adventure.
And he was right. He reminds me daily to remember the excitement of childhood, how the simple things become adventures and how it doesn't take money and elaborate plans to delight a child.
To be content with simple things like pumpkins, wagons, and family time. To discover the fun of playing with gourds (which are still the go-to 'toy' two days later). He spends quite a while just taking them out of the bucket, putting them back in the bucket, and occasionally trying to eat one.
In, out, chomp. In, out, chomp. However, I do think we might need to start teaching Jack the difference between gourds and octopi.