A Stinging Trip to the Pumpkin Patch...

Living in Ohio does have its benefits... we have a real FALL --- Real maple trees, real leaves changing colors and falling to the ground, real cool, brisk weather, real pumpkin patches and apple orchards, real sweaters and jackets, real farmer's markets... Living in Houston and Louisiana never provided the type of autumn excursions that we've had up here.
This weekend we visited the pumpkin patch at Freeman's Farm.

When we arrived at the patch, a friend of ours gave Dylan a bag of animal crackers. He took a bite of the first cookie and a bee landed on his cracker. Somehow in the process of getting the bee off the cracker, the bee stung him on his bottom lip. Immediately, it started to swell, and it got really tight. The first few pictures taken at the pumpkin patch didn't go over so well. Check out the size of Dylan's lip... and this was before it got really big! (Sanders Fam... think Submarine tour guide at Pearl Harbor, circa 1992) He didn't know what to make of the whole thing (it was his first bee sting), but he was a good sport.

Evidently bee stings must happen often because when I asked the lady in the market for a bag of ice, she gave me an entire bee sting kit. Whatever was in that thing worked... the swollen lip quickly went back to normal, and Dylan went right back to being Dylan.




He chose two large pumpkins to take home, but found it more exciting to push them around in the little wheelbarrow.

Brooklyn, on the other hand, had a much less dramatic day. She hung out with everyone --- all bundled up --- and enjoyed the hayride and hot dog roast. I think her favorite part was snuggling up with her Daddy all day.