berkshire harvest festival / october 5, 2013
It just wouldn't be fall without our annual trip to the harvest festival in my home town. We don't have many family rituals, but this is certainly becoming one. Little Smith and I were excited about this trip for weeks, talking about getting pumpkins and prizes from the pocket lady, eating doughnuts and riding a pony horse 'all by himself'. He's reached an age where he is actually able to enjoy activities geared to kids, and it was fun to watch.
The petting zoo was a favorite, we had to return (and pay for) several visits. Little Smith is so gentle and sweet with animals. I'm grateful that he has a soft touch. I did see a lot of poking and pulling from well meaning kids, ouch! In fact at one point the baby goat made a break for it and was running free throughout the festival grounds. I didn't blame him, poor little guy.
I had some anxiety about our baby girl handling such a long day on the go. She loves to stretch out and is still a tiny thing. She hung in there though, and we gave her a break from the carrier on the garden bench while we ate giant plates of Greek food. I rewarded her for her patience by buying a little pair of wool booties- I'm fairly certain few things are cuter than baby booties.
And of course there was the pony ride. Little Smith told me he was going to be up for it, and honestly both James and I doubted him. He often gets nervous in the moment, especially when it involves a stranger picking him up and loading him onto an animal. He proved us wrong though, marching up the steps with complete determination and hopping right on. He's clearly having an amazing time. Can't you tell? That's my kid, sometimes he just won't smile even when he's thrilled. He was so proud of himself and talked about it for days, although recently he woke from a nap to let me know that next time he would prefer to ride a cow.
This happened too... our balloon lover was so happy to get that shiny red prize. Then dad tied it to his wrist and he totally freaked out. We still aren't exactly sure why, but he wanted it off and in a hurry. We then learned an important lesson, that James does not know how to tie a slip knot. The thing was totally stuck around his wrist and we were both sweating and trying to pick apart the knot while Little Smith wailed 'get it off!'. I'm thinking a book of knots may make its way into somebody's stocking this Christmas.