Today was a beautiful early fall day, and we spent the morning at Belvedere Plantation in Fredericksburg, VA. We told Delaney last night that's where we were going, and this morning it was the first thing she asked about. "Pumpkin patch? Animals?" She asked about it the whole car ride there. It's fun now that she's old enough to actually anticipate things and get excited about them, even if that means she gets a little impatient too. I know that this is also the precursor to "Are we there yet?"
We got there right when it opened, and that's good, because it got crowded pretty quickly. First we went to the bouncy thing (I don't know what they're really called), and Delaney had a lot of fun in that. We could have just stayed there and she would have been happy. Next, we took a hayride to a pumpkin patch, which Delaney really enjoyed. The pumpkin patch was kind of anticlimactic, I have to say. We got there and just looked around like, "OK, now what?" We didn't actually pick our pumpkins from the pumpkin patch, contrary to what we'd talked about all morning. We got back on the hayride five minutes later, and didn't get a pumpkin until it was time to leave. We picked the pretty ones from the store, like a friend had suggested. If it had meant a lot to Delaney to pick her own pumpkin (and had she actually been able to lift a pumpkin), we would have let her pick her own.
After that we went to the barnyard, where Delaney visited with pigs and goats. The pigs were very friendly toward her, especially considering she had no food to give them. She touched their backs, noses and ears, and tried coaxing one of them out of the dirt. "Wake up, piggy, wake up!" Then she tried to feed the goats dirt. We could have bought pellets for the poor kid, but we had no change. Oh well.
I thought it would be a great idea to put Delaney on a pony. She liked it alright, but didn't seem crazy about the experience. I think when she gets a little older, she'll be thrilled to ride on a pony, but not yet. At least she wasn't scared. Tim walked along with her, taking care not to step in pony poop.
Delaney also played in a big sand box and rode on toy tractors. Running around in the hot sun wore us all out. We had a nice lunch of burgers, pulled pork sandwiches and fries in a picnic shelter. There was a cool breeze and no flies [the same can't be said for our own kitchen!], and it was very relaxing. Delaney had her very own 100% sugar fountain drink that she slurped down contentedly on her dad's lap. Life doesn't get much better than that!
After picking out a big pumpkin for Delaney and a little one for Annalise, we were on our way home. The ride back up 95 was surprisingly quick for a Saturday afternoon.