I meant to post this last week, but we all know how weeks can slip away from us, so here it is!
Last year Mark and I decided to start a new tradition of heading over the hill to get our pumpkins from Half Moon Bay before the big crazy Pumpkin Festival and before the weather gets too cold. When we went last year, I was very pregnant (39 1/2 weeks, to be exact). I was 9 days away from having the little dude and I really, really wanted to make sure we had pumpkins for our cute little porch. Even though Mark and I had been together for four years at that point, we never had pumpkins (one Halloween I actually sat with the dogs watching baseball and avoiding trick-or-treaters at all costs….).
Among my friends it’s no secret that I’m not a huge Halloween fan. In fact, the only year I ever truly enjoyed was the year with SJ and Freddy at Yoshi’s SF. That was an amazing year. Mark and I dressed up as lesbian vampires (I was the lipstick lesbian, of course) and Mark ended up collecting a variety of costumes he found throughout the night. SJ and Freddy now have us to thank for adding to their Burning Man collection. But we won’t be seeing any pics from this particular year…. they are kept under lock and key at all times (though I do remember them playing in slide show on Mark’s Mac mode during Thad’s birth. That was an interesting juxtaposition to say the least).
This year I was dead set on taking our little man to the pumpkin patch. While we didn’t go to the same patch – we actually did a complete detour and headed over Hwy 17 to Santa Cruz and then up Hwy 1 because we were having 85 degree weather and the waves were PUMPING (don’t worry, I let Mark surf the day before). This way we could see the waves and also do the pumpkins. We ended up stopping at Davenport to check out the surf and Mark might have found a new-to-him surf spot for lefties. I assured him that he’d have to work up to it and told him about the time I went out with this guy I was dating at the time and got my ass handed to me. Oh, and then I saw a half eaten carcass of a sea lion on the beach when I was getting out of the water. Even better.
So back to last year… Here are a few pics from our trip to the patch last year.
And now for some of this year from Arata Farms (where the hay maze is off Hwy 1). Mark wanted to go through the maze but I wasn’t up for getting lost with a stroller…. I know. I’m no fun.
Whatever, what a difference a year makes!