We had a chance to enjoy one of our favorite new holiday traditions last weekend and took Alice for her second visit to the pumpkin patch. We had such a good time last year, we didn't even need to think twice about where to go. Plus, the drive out to Lombardi Ranch was the perfect excuse to test out our new car on a windy/bumpy road!
We were all excited to hit "the open road," but accelerating up the on-ramp was about as fast as I'd get to go for while. Apparently, this fatal motorcycle accident happened almost exactly as we were getting on the freeway. We wondered about all the motorcycles that were passing us but had no idea about the annual "Love Ride" that was in progress. Between the already awful interchange, the poorly organized major construction happening on that stretch of freeway, regular L.A. traffic AND several thousand motorcycles, it all adds up to a recipe for disaster. It took us about an hour and a half to go about 4 miles. My takeaway? Don't ride motorcycles, kids.
Anyway, Alice used up all her good behavior while we were sitting in traffic, so it was a good thing we'd planned to stop for lunch before the patch. We had our first taste of Habit Burger during last year's trip, and now it's part of the tradition! Everyone recharged with sweet potato fries and then we were on our way again.
The farm was much busier this weekend than on Halloween Sunday last year, and the thermometer was somewhere near 92 degrees, so we tried to be quick about our business. I'd hoped to take a photo of Alice amongst all the sunflowers like last year, but they were all dead and droopy and looked more like the ominous scarecrows nestled between their stalks. So we moved on to the fields of pumpkins for our photo ops.
Alice had a great time walking along the rows of pumpkins. She smacked them all, tried to lift them and pushed and rolled them all about. She made her selection pretty quickly and made sure dad knew which one we'd be taking home.
|"this one, please."|
|the cutest little giraffe i ever saw...|
I don't know if it was the tail or the hood throwing off her groove, but she did lose her balance and topple over sideways into the dirt. The whole side of her costume was filthy and Jon said, "Surely this is machine washable, right?" And I said, "Surely, it must be." In fact, the tag says HAND WASH ONLY. Who does that??? So now I'm debating whether it's riskier to wash it by hand, try it in the machine's delicate cycle, or just tell people that giraffes live in the dirt, yo.
|a flying giraffe! wheeee!|
How about you guys? Have you visited the pumpkin patch yet? Carved your pumpkins??