Pumpkin Patch, Jumping

The fall weather has totally sunk in and Matt is loving it. He's going around humming praises, taking deep breaths, doing all sorts of weird things. It's his time, I get it. The nice part is, it's pretty easy to convince him of things especially if I can relate them specifically to fall activities. The pumpkin patch, now that's an easy sell.

Last year, Grady was very little and basically slept the entire time. This year he was more mobile taking on the corn crib, the slides, and the train. E was all over but her favorites were the car at the pump station and the large train that she could ride on with all of us. She even made it on the little train this year without a cry or meltdown. We went at a perfect time, the air was a little cold but the sun was out and it was a beautiful night!

The most interesting part was when it was time to pick out pumpkins. The Fall-sensationalist looks at the kids and says, "What pumpkins should we take home to carve?" Which means nothing to them, they don't know what carving pumpkins means. Yes, E did it last year but I have a feeling she doesn't have a vivid memory of the experience. So she starts picking pumpkins and they are huge! And Matt just keeps loading them up into the wagon.
And then you have Grady, who is all about the pointing right now. He wants more milk, he points at it. He wants a piece of toast or food, he points at it. So there he is, wandering about the patching pointing at pumpkins - while his Dad's wagon is brimming full. And then they look at me, "Um, I'll take the one that's as big as a snowball." AND what happens, they get like 15 of them! Aasta, a good friend, was there as she's been the coordinator this year - so she took our family pic. It was a good time and the kids didn't even notice it was way past their supper time!

We closed out the weekend with a cold snap and some playing inside. Eleanor's new favorite thing is to jump on her dad. At first it was just from the ground and then she grabbed one G's footstool and counts down which often is like this: 1,2,5,8,4,8,3,6. Following the countdown, she jumps... the best part is that even though there's a countdown you never know what the final "number" is going to be. At least you get a signifier of the counting that jumping is coming. I'm not wild about this "playing" but she does know that she can't do it with me... only her dad. I won't lie though, I laughed pretty hard when she jumped so hard that it knocked the wind out of him.

He didn't find it funny and the two of them found a new game to do.

MJR: Grady's it's the best time of the year.
GRR: Bpp.
MJR: Fall colors, crisp air, best beers, college football. 
GRR: Mpbbb.
MJR: If you breath hard, you can smell the death of the leaves in the air.
ALR rolls eyes.
GRR: BLP!