So we did.
Last Sunday we dressed G up in a cozy little sweater, jeans and boots, and after a lunch at Chuy's (told you I'm obsessed), we went to a little mini-pumpkin patch by our house. I know some of these places have like, petting zoos and mini-horse rides and whatnot, but I thought this little one by the house would be perfect for a six month old who couldn't participate in much of that anyway.
We picked out two pumpkins, one big and one small. Since I'm the world's most indecisive person this took way longer than it should have. Grayson loved the pumpkins. He wanted to eat them, of course, since he wants to put every single thing he sees directly in his mouth, and he just loved touching them. It was so cute. Seeing the world through the eyes of a baby is so fun, because I mean really, pumpkins? They're cool, sure, but he was enamored. I had a hard time getting him to look away and look at me to take pictures.
I had a surprisingly good time just wandering around picking them out and taking our photos. I'm thinking this is just another thing to add to the "activities to do every year" list. There's a lot of them, aren't there?