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| Sonshine Farms, Milton, 2012 |
Another day, another pumpkin patch!
Here’s what I like about being Stateside: talking to strangers. Lots of people are so friendly. All the elderly ladies and most everybody else smiles at Isaac and says hi, and he smiles back and (today!) waves, then cracks up. The fifth elderly person to smile at Isaac today at the store even patted and blessed him, even though he was all sticky with lollipop. He is so sweet!
So that’s the norm, and here’s the entertaining oddity. Captain Goodbaby and I were at a popular home decor store right around the time he figured out how to climb out of the stroller when I’m not looking and crawl to the end of the aisle. He wasn’t breaking anything, so I trailed after him. He and I laughed at the expressions of the ladies who watched him crawl out of the fall decor aisle, just your average Goodbaby shopping solo at Hobby Lobby. Isaac was talking and smiling at all these strangers, just like his mama, when this one lady said, “You are just so cute. My son used to be that cute. I wish I’d strangled him then. He’s 22; I can’t kill him now. But you are just so cute.” Ooooooook…please back away from the Captain!
We went to Sonshine Farms with the HT-28 Officers’ Spouses Club recently and got lost in the corn maze, climbed through tractor tires, etc etc. My mom doesn’t like corn mazes because Hannie and I got lost in one behind our uncle’s Pennsylvania home one summer. We found our way out the side and followed some train tracks. They called the police back and told them we’d turned up. Speaking of which, someone asked what to do if they got lost in the corn maze here and the guy said, “Call 911. Maybe it’ll make national news like last year. We could use the publicity!”
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| Milton, Florida |
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| Seriously corny. |
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| Captain Goodbaby has fun with dad! |
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| Can I borrow the keys? |
“Don’t pick the corn,” was one of the rules. “Maaaaan,” Chris said. “Well, you can probably get away with it,” said the rule guy. Chris helped himself to a souven-ear of corn.
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| It was an a-maze-ing cornfield. |
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| Hay! Any pun-kins around? |
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| Somebody’s getting tired…of all these bad puns. |
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| I think we’ve gone on three hayrides this fall. |
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| This hayride went to the pond where we fattened the fowl for Thanksgiving and Isaac ate all the bread he could find. |
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| Captain Goodbaby took a great afternoon nap after all that! |