Pumpkins, per Oliver

Oliver seems to have an interesting relationship with pumpkins. If you recall, last year Oliver was beyond distressed by the idea of carving his pumpkin - he actually went so far as to take his pumpkin from the table, put it in the back of his dump truck and then hide it (and himself) behind our big rhododendron.

(I love this picture)

For the past several weeks Oliver has been talking non-stop about pumpkins and we kept telling him that as soon as we got home from England we'd take him to pick out a pumpkin. We spent hours talking about what type of pumpkin he wanted - big, small, big stem, little stem, light, heavy... Well, we opened the car door at the pumpkin patch and Oliver jumped out yelling "Pumpkin!" over and over. He ran super fast as he likes to say - right past the pumpkins to the playground. After about 45 minutes of watching Oliver drive trucks around the playground and climb in and out of the sand box Davis turned to me and asked - "Is this how you envisioned this going?" Ah no. We chose Russell Farms because they have lots of animals to look at, lots of pumpkins, hayrides, apple picking... I had thought we'd spend our time taking part in those activities - not so.

After some time we wrestled Oliver out of the playground to look at the pumpkins.

Not sure if this is actually how one is suppose to examine pumpkins -

And then Oliver found the one he wanted - a squash.

After finding his squash he looked up at me and asked if I would hold it. The squash was not yet fully in my hands and he was already halfway to the playground. Sneaky little bugger.

Oliver has already stated that his squash will not be carved and that mommy and daddy should consider not carving their pumpkins. We'll see.