PUMPKIN A LOOZA

What Kid doesn't love Halloween? Apparently ours. Go figure.

I'm a Halloween nut (and I happen to know that his birth-mom is too). I look forward to it every year. After the 4th of July, I start planning what Halloween decorations go where, who is going to be what, and what kind of goodies we are going to hand out. Quite frankly, it drives Ray batty (no pun intended...ok, maybe I did). Blame it on my upbringing. My mom had a vivid imagination and was always more than willing to indulge our childhood Halloween inclinations so that must be where it comes from.

We excitedly took Olin to a pumpkin farm this year, thinking he'd get a kick out of the petting zoo, face painting, hay rides, corn maze, and loads of kids and pumpkins. Imagine our surprise when he cried the whole time. Seriously, this photo was taken mid-tears. Poor kid. We were there for about 15 minutes, trying EVERYTHING. Even the goat we attempted to pet seemed perplexed. We left thinking that maybe he was tired and we should try again later.

Later on, Ray took Olin to the teeny tiny uncrowded mellow pumpkin patch up the road from us. One look at those big orange pumpkins and same result: Tears. So he left, but not until he had purchased the pumpkin for our front stoop.

So much for Halloween. We did manage to dress him up in his superman costume for about an hour but he got too warm. He did seem quite taken with the chocolate we were handing out, so we figure there is hope and we'll try again next year.