It's a big day in the life of the third child: Eli's first trip to the pumpkin patch without a sibling OR a stroller. That's right: he hit the patch completely unrestrained for the first time in his short life. He clung to my leg in trepidation at first and I was a bit discouraged. I figured out he's afraid of the motor that keeps the bouncy house inflated. So we hung out with our buddies at the duck race. My friend stood at 1 end and pumped the water so the ducks would race toward Eli. He was so excited, yelling and shaking with delight.
Next we took a hay ride out to the actual pumpkin patch and got to choose our very own pumpkin. Eli is quite pleased with his selection.
Holding it close with great pride, just so everyone knows that this is his pumpkin. He is such a hoot. He didn't have much to say about the actual ride. We also rode the cow cars, which looks like barrels tipped sideways on wheels and painted like cows. The whole chain of cars is pulled by a tractor. I rode in a barrel and held on to Eli. He was speechless the whole time until we went down a small hill and I heard one very quiet little, "weee!"
We strolled through the corn maze. He followed after his little friends, very curious to see where the path might lead.
Not the least bit interested in hanging out with John Deere. Just as soon as I plopped him in the seat, he tried to get down. He kept heading for the gate, I suppose he had seen and heard enough for one morning. It is a lot to take in when you are used to seeing it from the safety of a stroller. Proud of you, little mister! We sure had fun.