This past weekend we enjoyed a day with our friends, touring the coast starting in Half Moon Bay and winding up in the small town of Pescadero. Along the way we stopped in San Gregorio at a little pumpkin patch set amongst rusting farm equipment and a dilapidated barn. Ronan found his first pumpkin; a little acorn-shaped gourd apparently called a "carnival squash". For those horticulturists who can confirm this, a photo our proud little guy inspecting his prized fruit can be seen on the left.
In addition to his little squash, Ronan was thrilled to be amongst larger, real pumpkins out in the field. It was hilarious to watch him relish the experience by slapping, mouthing, and grumbling at whatever pumpkin he was propped up next to. Note that he was well dressed for the occasion; Mrs. Walters, a wonderfully fun lady who years ago watched me grow up, knitted Ronan that delightful pumpkin hat. Ronan appreciates it's warmth while we appreciate how precious it looks on him.
A few more notables during the day:
- Watching Ronan use his fingers to gently examine his little pumpkin was Rachel's standout moment of the outing
- Ronan seems to relish accomplishments; his beaming face when holding "his pumpkin" was charming
- Skipped naps + densely packed crowds + car trips longer than 40 mins = 1 very cranky Ronan
- Ronan is quite lucky to have his buddy Laurin Fynn, already a Swiss/US/South African citized at the tender age of 12 weeks, live in the neighborhood. It gives Ronan a chance to have another infant around, and it gives his parents people who can empathize with the persistent fatigue & utter chaos that is parenthood for newbies.
We look forward to enjoying the increasing presence of fall and watching Ronan's reaction to seeing his own breath condense in the morning.