I Went to the Pumpkin Patch and All I Got Was Violated

I'm behind again.  

But it's November and (despite what Target thinks) there is still a holiday in this month that has pumpkins. 

So we're all good.

 When we first moved to Iowa, some friends invited me to the Pumpkin Patch.  The only pumpkin patch that I had ever been to was the bin of pumpkins in the center aisle of Wal-Mart.  So I was skeptical.

But.  I kid you not.  The Pumpkin Patch changed my life.

(Stop laughing at me.)

I can't explain it.  It just made me... fulfilled.  And grateful.  And content.  And dirty.  And happy. 

Some of my favorite days with my kids were at the Pumpkin Patch.

And this was no exception.

Cameron was a pumpkin patch virgin, so we introduced him to the ways of the patch by sticking him on a giant hay bale the second we got there.  

He wasn't quite grasping the magic. 

So, we stuck him in a wagon and dragged him around for a little while...

and then we hopped onto a giant tractor and got a tour of the whole patch...

and then we climbed a giant castle made of hay...

 

and then we picked out mini pumpkins and posed for about 62 pictures...

and Cameron still hadn't grasped the magic.  

But, despair not.  

Because then we went to the petting zoo.

Cameron was like a child possessed.

He started a little timidly, and then 4 seconds later, he was firmly grasping the magic.

(Unfortunately, he was also firmly grasping the poor goats' ears, and they are known to not be big fans of this.)

(Look at that goat staring him down.  He's basically murdering him with his eyes.)

 Cameron spent a large portion of the day stalking the poor unsuspecting babies,

 repeatedly sticking his fingers in their mouths (I know how it feels, little goat),

and putting them in headlocks and then crying about it like he was the victim.

 He did manage to make one special friend, though.

(Look how happy the goat looks about this situation.  Honestly... he is smiling!) 

Aubrey, however, was not smiling. 

She wouldn't give us details, but apparently, one of the goats violated her.  She reported that the mean goat had been "very, very mean" to  her, and she had to be escorted (sobbing) out of the petting area.

 

Honestly, those goats were a little frisky.  

 I may have been violated once or twice, too.

They quickly made up, though.

And it was another successful trip to...

The

Pumpkin

 

Patch.