Bengtson's Bonanza

I feel like one of the great catch 22's of parenthood is that the days can be long, but the weeks fly by.  I am still baffled by the fact that it is mid October already.  I love fall; It is a glorious time of year filled with a crisp air and a colorful back drop.  There are so many different attractions to frequent and we have been trying to cram in as much fun as possible.

A true fall classic is a trip to the pumpkin patch.  We wanted to head out early to beat the rain and ending up making it a two part extravaganza.  We got to see this year's record setting pumpkin, weighing in at 1,546 pounds.

The next stop was the train.  In total, W spent about half his time riding or waiting for his turn to ride.

There were baby animals, gallons of gourds, a pumpkin chucker, giant cow, and what is a visit to the pumpkin patch without a tractor ride down to peruse a field of pumpkins.  

We managed to get W to suffer through a mini photo shoot.   

However, it was not long before he decided he would no longer tolerate the paparazzi, and we ended up with pictures like this...

All in all it was a nice day, Little Man got to pick his pumpkin.  We got to eat kettle corn, and no one got caught in the rain.  As fun as it was to watch W run through the pumpkins or ride the camel, I could not help notice that there was more then just the gloom from the potential storm hanging over us.  Traditions are wonderful and I am glad to be able to pass on some of my childhood traditions to W, but today a part of our Bengtson tradition was missing.  We miss you GG!  I know you were looking down on us today.

Getting Back to Nature

This may come as a shock, but I am not the biggest fan of nature.  Bugs, irregular temperature, severe seasonal allergies are all reasons that I tend to find myself enjoying outings that do not involve being one with the woods.  However, seeing as I have a toddler boy on my hands, I am well aware that bugs, dirt, water, and pretty much the great outdoors are looming in my future.  Instead of turning my toddler into a pansy, I have decided to begrudgingly suffer through embrace the wilderness. 

With fall upon us, it has been the perfect opportunity to stroll around the neighborhood looking for a new park to visit, or a garbage truck in action.  Yesterday I thought we should visit the much talked about Morton Arboretum.  After two Claritin and enough dayquil to drown in, I managed to make it through 3 hours of tree loving fun without so much as a sniffle.  Much to my dismay, it was a lovely time.  We spent a great deal of time in the Backyard Discovery Garden.

It is an area dedicated to kids.  W was sold as soon as he found the waterfall, and the walk-through tunnel was a added bonus.

I was really hoping to be able to walk through all the changing leaves, but we wound up on the conifer walk and as it turns out Evergreen trees have their name for a reason.  I would love to go back with a seasoned visitor to explore more that nature has to offer.

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