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Hay is for Horses… and Me. The Ashland Berry Farm Pumpkin Patch.

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Last weekend Mama, Daddy, my big sister Addie, my big, big sister Lilli and my giant brother Jonah all went to the Ashland Berry Farm to go to the pumpkin patch. I have seen those huge containers of pumpkins when we have gone to the store, but places like this are where pumpkins actually grow up big and strong for us to pick them. Mama and Addie and me went last year to a pumpkin patch, but Mama said that I was so small that I slept right through the hayride and the pumpkins that time—so this was really my first time of many, many times of going. She said that it is a tradition and that we have many of those, and she said that they are really important because we get to do things as a family. I think that I love traditions.

It was really busy there and there were a lot of kids there all waiting to get pumpkins. We got behind a big tractor and took a hayride to where all of the pumpkins are in these big fields. I loved the hay because it was everywhere and it was easy to pick up with my fingers. It was scratchy against my skin, but it didn’t itch and it also felt tickly against my face. My big sister Addie sat with me and played with the hay, putting it all around me like a blanket.

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There is a lot of pressure at the pumpkin patch. You have to pick just the right one, and so all of us had to go through and pick the one that we really, really wanted. I picked out the biggest one of all—a giant and heavy green one. I couldn’t carry any of them, so Daddy had to hold mine for me and he held me too. I sure am glad that my Daddy has big and strong arms, because he never even seemed like he had too much to carry (and I am getting bigger every single day and I am wiggly too). Mama picked out a tall green one the color of mine, Daddy picked out a tall orange one, and Jonah and Lilli and Addie all picked out perfectly round orange ones. They put all of the pumpkins together all around me and I got to touch all of them while sitting in the field.

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Halloween is coming Mama said, and we are all going to get dressed up and go to Trick or Treating, which is where you go to other people’s houses and you get candy just for being cute. I am good at cute, so I bet I’m going to get a lot of candy. Until then, me and my little pumpkin friends are going to have a pumpkin party where I roll them around and pat their little hollow heads. Happy Halloween, pumpkin buddies. I can’t wait for you to be in my belly one day.

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Little Teeny Shoes Just for Me and the Magic Shoe Lady.

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Mama and Nana took me on a surprise journey yesterday to a magical place called a “shoe store.” I know what shoes are because I take Mama and Daddy’s all the time and carry them around the house. I even hide them far under the big bed and the crib, and I’m so good sometimes they can’t find them for a long time. I call this “the shoe game.” Mama sometimes looks like she may not like the shoe game, but I sure do.

I knew that there were little bitty shoes my size because I have sandals and tennis shoes and dress shoes for when we go out sometimes (although I prefer my toes to be bare and free), but I have never been on a journey to go and get my own shoes before that are just the size of my feet.

We went to a store called “Saxon’s,” which has been around for a long, long time in Richmond where we are. There were so, so many little shoes, and everything was bright and colorful and beautiful. A lady came over named Betty, and she asked about my walking and my age. Then she took this giant foot shaped metal thing with slides and put my foot on it to “measure” it. She talked to me softly and played with my feet, and I couldn’t help but do everything that she said (without words– it was her eyes that told me what to do)… she was like magic. She said that she had been fitting little people for shoes for 37 years, and Mama later told me that she could have even fitted her for shoes when she was small ages and ages and ages ago.

Then she came out of the back with a bright white pair of shoes with little teeny flowers on them. Mama sighed and said they were almost like her first walking shoes, and Nana said they were like hers as a baby, too. Some things, Mama said, stay the same for a long time because they are so good– and those are often the best things. Betty the magician then put my shoes on just right without me curling my toes. Mama can’t do that all the time, but all that she had to do was to look at me and tap my foot, and I straightened them right out. Once they were on, I stared and stared at them… until Betty gave me a bright orange balloon that said Saxon’s Shoes on it that floated in the air no matter how much I tried to hold it down.

Mama and Nana say that these shoes are going to help to support my little ankles when I walk and keep me from walking on tippy toes. Mama later told me that the way that I just got my first pair of shoes was exactly the way that she remembered getting shoes when she was little. She told me that there weren’t many places that still paid attention to making sure that you got everything to fit “just right” and that Saxon’s was special because they did things this way– making sure that little ones like me are taken care of and are happy. Most of the time now, including Mama, everyone just gets what they want on a computer or they go out and are on their own. Mama told me that people used to pump gas for you and check your tires, that clothes used to be fitted, and that shoes were always just the right fit because others helped to make sure that they were a long time ago, but even when she was little, that was starting to go away. I think that she may be right– that we need to hold on to moments when others truly take the time to help you out and to help, in small ways, to take care of you.

As for my shoes… I have already worked on scuffing them up and making art out of them. Mama says that will just make them even better to see when I am big, so I’m going to really get these ones worn down to make her proud. Wind me up and watch me go, Mama.