Visting with the Pumpkins 2010

Visting with the Pumpkins 2010 - Part II

From all that Mr. Urban had heard about pumpkin patch visits from my girl and I last year, he decided that he had to come out and see what its all about for himself.

And since I had lamented to Mr. Urban about our fashion mis-steps from the year before on more than one occasion, and he knew of the lengths his wife had gone through to prepare a pumpkin farm appropriate wardrobe for his UrbanToddler for the pumpkin visit this year, naturally I had made him completely self-conscious about getting dressed for the very special event... As he stood there looking longer than usual at his clothes hanging in the closet, he chuckled. I could read his mind thinking that he would have never pictured himself thinking so hard about what to wear to a vegetable farm.

Finally we were all ready to take the beautiful drive up to Half Moon Bay (secretly praying that the drive would not induce vomit for those of us prone to car sickness). We had picked a gorgeous day, and when we got to the lovely farm, Mr. Urban could see what all the fuss was about.

And just as we were to happily stroll through the gates of pumpkin heaven, my girl's feet got magically glued to the gravel, a body language indicating that "Today, I don't think I will be doing pumpkins - I will not be moving another step".

Come on, honey! No thank you, Mommy!

But thanks to my darling Mr. Urban's quick and wonderful ways, he managed to convince her to join us inside for some fun.

It was a good thing that he succeeded when he did, as I was a few short minutes away from a tearful mommy outburst "WE ARE HERE TO TAKE PICTURES WITH THE DARN PUMPKINS. WE HAVE DRESSED YOU IN ALL THE RIGHT COLORS (except for the white ballet slippers, which I knew better not to object to). AND AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, WE'LL BE TAKING SOME GREAT PICTURES"!!!!

OOH, was I ever grateful and relieved not to have delivered that particularly dramatic soliloquy. It would have been a sure way to put a swift end to the Urban Family Annual Pumpkin Farm visits....

You were RIGHT Mommy! I love playing with pumpkins, while being dressed for tea with the Queen. It's so chic!

Did I mention I just LOVE the commercial celebration of seasons and their soothing effects on our nerves... but more than that I love my Mr. Urban and my girl.

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