I should have known that flying solo at the Pumpkin Patch was not such a hot idea. Reasons why: 1. I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with.
2. We had just gotten done with our Primary program practice, boys did great-I was tired from singing/leading/singing/leading, blah blah, blah
3. It was almost dark, yes, we were racing the sun. Around here, fall means RAIN and this was one afternoon/evening where it wasn't raining so we had to go. 4. All kids were hungry 5. BRODY is almost TWO.
Biggest hit was the jump house. 
2nd biggest hit...climb up the hay stacks and slide down the slide...easy enough. Brody decided that going down the yellow safety ladder head first seemed like a bit more entertaining. Yea, that was fun busting up those hay bails just in time to save my child from plummeting over the edge. Ah gees! Just slide down the slide!!
We moved on to actually picking pumpkins.Brody's enthusiasm for riding in the wagon as opposed to running through the parking lot was simply electric!!
We are equal opportunity pumpkin pickers.After everyone finally picked a pumpkin and Brody quit crying, all was well, for a good 4 minutes. Then Jack decided he should take over all driving responsibilities with the wagon. Brody + pumpkins = too heavy for Jack to maneuver. I'm trying to explain this concept in a "loving way," keep spazzy from falling out, and head to the cash register without going crazy. Then Jack exclaims very dramatically, "This is the worst night ever!" -Oh, music to a single mom's (on this night) ears who has just spent the day running errands with a whiny 2 year old whose afternoon naps are really lacking in quality, picked up children from school, provided a quick/ yummy snack and helped dress said children before she whisked them off to Primary program practice, leads the music for practice, takes said children home to change clothes so that they can BEAT THE SUN BEFORE IT GOES DOWN, and PICK PUMPKINS, and HAVE FUN!!
No kidding, later that night after we met dad for a very silent dinner , Cole is holding my hand and says, (in all sincerity) "Mom, that was the best night EV-O!"
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Oh, Kari! This comment sends some empathy your way! Your boys are darling, and the pictures explain it all! Man, oh man, the things we do to create Fall/Halloween memories, eh? Too bad our kids sometimes can't appreciate it. You are a true sport. I laughed aloud at the moldy, dwarfed lone pumpkin in the wagon. AWESOME. I'll tell you what - that was the best POST ever, so there!
Best night ev-o/worst night ev-o (potaeto, potahto)-best boots on Coley EV-O!! Look at it this way- not only do the T-boys have fabulous taste in picking round/symmetrical pumpkins, but the Primary Program is all done for this year, along with the delicioso popcorn popping balls for each and every little singer!! Now you can totally sit back and relax and carve your enormous orange fall bounty/beauty pumpkin!! If you want, Paul would probably let you use his keychain pocket knife to get that giant jack-o-lantern to look just right...
-xoxo-Kir
I hear ya. Moms are always trying to create memories and traditions - "supposed to be fun", I tell them while threatening time outs!!
Loved the post, you are not alone. :) ~Heather
This is where we begin to develop tough skin. Then when you kids get older and give you one of those comments, you will be in control enough not to knock them down and tiny torcher them until they take it back. Insted you can go into yoru bedroom, hide under the bed and have a good cry. But eventually you will be the topic in a college paper entitled "person I admire most".
Hang in there, it is tough sometimes but well worth it. If it makes you feel any better, I really miss those days and would give anything to go punpkin picking with "all" my kids again.
Amen. I have had MANY excursions like this and, I am sorry to say, have all but given up on fun. Yup, I am a stick-in-the-mud type of mom now, and not very proud of it.
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