Julia made the buckeyes by herself for the first time this year.
(I think she might have sampled a few along the way.)
Lucy was the official “turkey paster.”
Bee was a whirling dervish who insisted on wearing a fancy dress because she felt special, but refused to brush her hair or wash the chocolate off her face.
And Jack soaked up some quality time with his dad.
The kids were excited to use the “fancy” glasses at our meal, which was delicious.
After, we waddled to the living room and settled in to watch one of my all-time favorite movies – Planes, Trains and Automobiles. When it was finished, Julia said, “Hey, wait. No one move. We’re all here.”
Julia was in her dad’s lap. Lucy was in my mom’s. Bee was in my dad’s. And Jack was in mine.
“No one move. Let’s watch something else together.”
And so we did.
I have a lot to be grateful for today, but there is nothing greater than this.
When I was in high school I had a poster on my closet door that listed suggestions for success by H. Jackson Brown, Jr., the guy who wrote Life’s Little Instruction Book. The first item on the list:
Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.
I think this might be true.
No one makes me happier.
When we got the invitation to my sorority sister’s Halloween party, the first thing Dave said was, “The grown-ups dress up for this, too. Right?”
I love being married to that guy.
We made our annual trip to the pumpkin patch on Sunday and it made me wonder if going to the pumpkin patch has always been a thing. Because I don’t ever remember stepping foot in a pumpkin patch as a child. Was I just missing out?
My mom told me, “Things have changed a lot since you were a kid.” I guess that means the pumpkin patch as a destination for fall fun is a new(ish) idea. Then again, my mom also cannot remember a time when I ever did anything wrong as a child, ever. When my kids are horrible, wild beasts she says, “I don’t know where they get this from. You never did stuff like that when you were a kid.” (That’s when I raise my eyebrows and point my eyes at Dave, because yeah, Mom. We know.) Don’t tell my mom, but I sort of remember doing some of that stuff. Her amnesia is pretty specific. It’s possible it could include pumpkin patches.
Today, the pumpkin patch trip is a staple of kid-dom. Everyone takes their kid to the pumpkin patch where the least of what you do is pick pumpkins. And thank goodness, right? It’s some of the best fun of the year. And now I’m going to show you a bunch of pictures of it.
So, did you go to the pumpkin patch as a child? And did you go this year?
Well, I want the pitcher.