Harvest Festival

Last weekend C and I went to the town's Harvest Festival. It was basically the regular Saturday Farmers' Market with an added arts and craft section and some bouncy houses for the kids. They are also currently having a scarecrow contest in the square which added to the fall-like decorations. It was fun. The venders handed out tons of free samples of yummy food too. We had fun.

C ran around and looked at all the scarecrows asking: "What's that?" each time she found a new one. My answers sounded something like this: "It's a ballerina scarecrow." "It's a Superman scarecrow." "It's a fairy princess scarecrow." And so on and so forth.

She played on the kid train in the square for a while and also got to take a ride on a little train before we called it a day.

You've Been Booed!

Two nights ago someone rang our doorbell and left a little package for us. It said, "You've been booed!" It was a small gift bag with a ghost on it filled with sweets, a stuffed owl and rolled up paper. One paper was a ghost with BOO written on it and the other paper had some explanation and instructions on it.

The insert said: "You've been BOOED. By tomorrow, pick three friends and give them all a Halloween treat. You only have one day, so scurry."

It went on to say:

"1. Make copies of the ghost and direction.

2. Post the ghost on your door so everyone knows you've been booed.

3. Make treats to give to three friends and have fun!"

So we posted the ghost in our window...but that's as far as we got.

The real story here is what our little one said when mommy came upstairs to tell everyone what was left at our front door. We opened the package together, as a family. C immediately noticed that there were lollipops in the bag. She was all about the lollipops until I removed them from sight. Then she got excited about the stuffed owl--which was way more appropriate for a little girl who just brushed her teeth. I read the instructions aloud and must have said a bunch of times that we've been booed. Because that's what C picked up on the most.

Now, every time I ask her what's posted in our window, she says: "It's a booed," instead of saying it's a ghost. She references the owl the same way, saying: "Booed. It's a booed." It's too darn cute.

Pumpkin Patch

C and I have been out and about exploring our neighborhood and the surrounding areas. We went to a play place on Friday with a new friend and her two kiddos. Of course I forgot my camera so I have no photos to show for it. But I can tell you that C had the best time. She took an art class in the morning where they painted with apples. Then she moved on to the open play where there was all sorts of fun things to do. She walked the balance beams, rode on a little car track, and jumped on the trampolines. She also liked playing with the soft squishy shapes in the pit area.

Today we ventured out to a pumpkin patch. C sang a little song the whole way out that she made up about the pumpkin patch. Don't ask me what the lyrics were, all I know is that every once and a while she shouted out, "pumpkin patch, yeah!" I don't think she even knew what a pumpkin patch was until we got there.

She had fun picking out the little pumpkins and gourds. She was a bit more timid when it came to the bigger ones. Although she did say she really liked the one mommy picked out. However, she would have preferred to take home the gigantic one with bumps all over it. I tried to tell her that mommy couldn't possibly carry it. She seemed to understand and gave up trying.

After the hayride and pumpkin picking, C got her face painted, played on a tractor, and then we sat down for some lunch. Our new friends from the play place happened to be there too. We were able to say a quick hello before it was time for us to head home. I must say it was nice to have someone shout out my name in a crowd of strangers. It helps cut out a bit of the loneliness.

Here is a shot of our loot from the day. We will wait until tomorrow to clean out the pumpkin, make baked seeds to eat and do any carving so M can join in on the fun.