Aunt Jessica and the Pumpkin Patch

It is now at the end of week two of three with Aunt Jessica visiting Molly. The time has passed too quickly. Although her body was in shock from the 13 hour time difference, we didn't let her sit and lazily fend of the jet lag. We kept her on the go by starting off with a trip to Bob's Corn Maze and Pumpkin patch. Bob's is a small farm near Monroe and is growing every year. In addition to the pumpkins and corn maze, there are wagon rides, pony rides, jungle gyms, kid's rides in trailers behind a little tractor, and a store with lots of local goods.

It had poured rain the day before, so the place was a muddy mess. Cars were getting stuck on flat ground, tractors were busy pulling people out, and the occasional kid would walk by splattered in mud from going down face first. Trina, Molly, Jess (and the small pumpkin she was smuggling), and I piled in the trailer that hauled us up to the bars.

There isn't a lot for an 8-month old at a muddy farm, unless you are willing to let them get real muddy, and put who knows what in her mouth. We watched some of the older kids and parents having fun, and then plopped Molly in the middle of the pumpkin pile for some pictures.

With all the colors, textures, and sizes of pumpkins in the pile, I thought for sure she would try to climb all over the pile and discover it all. Nope. She thought the stems were worth tasting. We moved her around a bit to see if smaller or different pumpkins would gather more interest from her, and finally we found one that did. She gave it a good rub down; perhaps it felt similar to her rather bald little head.

We let her cawl around on the pumpkins for a while, then mosied on to pick out our pumkins and a few other things. Hopped on the trailer for a ride back to the car.