It feels inappropriate that I am writing this on what was a 100-degree day in Los Angeles, but let's look at these photos and remember that last weekend was mild, even moderately cool (ahaha, I'm calling the mid-80s cool).
Last year we found a fairly out-of-the-way patch that was blissfully quiet in this crowded metropolis. This year we went to the bustling kid magnet that is Pa's in Long Beach.
Exhibit A: The children in the background are not mine.
Pa's is like the rickety old carnival that rolls into town, pops up some past-their-prime rides and lets 'em rip. Like the pink elephant ride I swear was squeaking and the carousel that physically moved up and down when someone stepped on it. Good times!
There are a bunch of inept workers manning the "ticket booth," and the wagons are purely for dragging around the spectacle. If you want to buy a pumpkin, you have to carry it in your arms to the parking lot. I'm not sure whether Pa intends to sell any of those giant pumpkins at all, otherwise what will the tots climb on while parents like me click away?
Alexa is still just as intrigued as ever with straw. She kept scooping it up and tossing it in the air.
We left the pumpkin patch with a few mini pumpkins and a bumpy gourd. Bumpy gourds are my new obsession, second to fairytale pumpkins. Our big pumpkin purchase will have to wait for a day when our hands aren't full with a cranky toddler, whose good nature wore out after the petting zoo.
She did grant me this photo opportunity, though, by walking over to these pumpkins and posing.
Looks like my baby is growing up. Click here to see how much.