Thursday -
Me: We should go to [insert all manner of outings which should serve beer. including, but not limited to: museums, zoos, parks, gardens, pumpkin patch or pretty much anywhere with a bouncy house or requires copious amounts of hand sanitizer] this weekend!
Brandon: Yeah. Harper would love it.
Friday -
Me: ((checks weather & website for any excuse to default on said fun)) Ah oh. It's looking like good weather and, oh great, not prohibitively expensive, either.
Brandon: Yeah. Harper will love it.
Saturday Morning -
Henry: from crib: "Maaaaaahmaaaaaa!"
Me: Yesss... it's Saturday. Wait.. oh no. Fun day.
Brandon: ((silence all morning.. hates all the things.))
Harper: omggggg!
Whatever it is always ends up actually being OK. Sometimes, dare I say, fun.
So, with that, the Phillips Reluctantly Do Pumpkin Patch '13
Harper getting her jump on while I stifle the mental image of her flying off of that thing like a cannonball should she get 'popped' by someone who weighs more:
In our family, we always do things the easy way - like putting on shoes, for example:
Harper on the hayride:
This is what Harper does when I tell her to smile for a picture. Obviously, I'm waiting with bated breath for her official preschool portraits:
Henry doesn't fancy shenanigans. Shenanigan #1: Seated too far from the tractor. Not amused.
Blue Steel.
The only other picture of him that wasn't a blur.
Then this, x 27 or so. Henry, meanwhile, not pictured and..not amused.
Finally, a typical family portrait.
