Yesterday was a BEAUTIFUL Fall day in New York. Since we had yet to take the girls to a Pumpkin Patch, we decided that it was the right kind of day to do so.
My mother wanted to join us (and nobody was killed- hurrah!), so off we went to a Farm an hour away.
As a child, my parents never took us apple picking, or to pick out a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch. They were Israeli immigrants and didnt really partake in the Fall festivities that is so Americana.
I remember always feeling left out, so to speak, because of our lack of involvement. I wanted to carve a pumpkin, I wanted to go trick or treating!
When my girls were born, I made a promise to myself that I would do those things with them.
I mean, they are second generation American.
Granted, their father is Israeli- but he is way more open-minded than my parents were. Plus, he has no choice.
Anywho, off we went to the farm.