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.
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.
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.
Mama took me to the “kid doctor” today. It is a long, long way down the road, but my Mama and Daddy say that Dr. Caldwell’s office is worth the long trip because they take really good care of me. I don’t mind… I just sing along with the music that Mama plays for me in our giant box with wheels and the time goes by pretty fast.
I love my doctor’s office. Mama says that big people don’t say this very much because their offices don’t have fun things to see, but mine definitely does. When you go through the front door, there are pictures all over all of the walls. Everywhere you look there are happy children and happy animals with trees and the sun. The paintings are beautiful, and I smile every time that I am carried through the door. I love television and there is one there, but I hardly even notice my hero Elmo because of all of the bright colors everywhere.
All of the little rooms where the doctor comes are like that too. Each room has a theme, and the one that I had today was a “farm.” It had a farmer, a henhouse, and a giant tree on the walls. Mama said that farms are where all of our vegetables and fruits come from and that it is her favorite room in the entire office because little farms are some of the best places on Earth.
Mama said that the person who did all of the pictures is named “Happy the Artist.” She told me that she met him a long time ago and that he really is a wonderfully happy person. I believe that because I think that what people make in pictures comes from their insides, and if they are happy it will show up in the pictures that they make. Happy must be one of the happiest people around because I feel warm and peaceful just by looking at what he has created, and Mama says that she always has and does, too. I think that I would like to meet him one day and give him a big hug. Mama says that he loves hugs, and although I don’t get the arms around people part yet, I can still snuggle up and hug in my own way.
Dr. Nyirenda, my doctor, came in and was so gentle and wonderful with me, and I heard her tell my Mama that I am growing well and that I am healthy. Silly Mama, I could have told her that if she had just paid a bit more attention. Although I was trying to grab that shiny thing that Dr. Nyirenda kept putting all over my back and belly that she called a “stethoscope,” I was also trying to touch all of those beautiful pictures the entire time and kept flipping over to get to the big tree behind me.
After my doctor left, my Mama let me touch the tree. I looked up at its bright leaves, and Mama said that the entire room was meant to remind you to treat other beings and nature with kindness. I will, little happy farmer person guarding the door, I will. Thank you, Happy, for making us beautiful pictures all over the place that we live.