The only odd part of the day took place at Walmart (shocking, right? Something odd happening at Walmart?) An old man checking out in front of us handed A a penny and said "here, kid. This is what you're worth." Yes, really, he actually SAID THAT. Two things wrong here, besides the unprompted penny giving (not even a buck like Will and Avery got, right, Cari?!) 1: A throat sized coin? In the hands of a small child? During flu season? Do you KNOW how many germs are lurking on the surface of a coin all poised and ready to infect my baby with the you-know-what flu? 2: My child is worth a penny? Has this man no idea what blonde haired, blue eyed little boys are going for on the black market these days? I mean ... not that I know, either. But I bet your britches it's more than a damn penny. I gave up EATING SUGAR for that kid. That alone is priceless.
And after the he-half of the couple was done insulting my child, the she-half stepped in to insult my parenting. Eyeing the pumpkins I had stacked in the cart, she clucked her tongue and commented "when my children were young, we actually went out into a FIELD to get those things". Right, and I bet the field required two way uphill climbing and you were all barefoot and ... let me guess ... it was snowing? Sorry, lady. I'm pregnant, I'm tired, I'm cheap when it comes to things that will probably be stolen from my yard and smashed to pieces, AND my increasingly mobile child is not a whole lot of fun to chase around the sparkly clean shoe department of Nordstrom, much less some dirty field full of gourds ... this will suffice as our pumpkin gathering excursion.
So all that aside, I was very excited to bring home our pumpkins. And A thought this was all pretty neat, too. Remember this guy?
11.5 months later, he's much more into the whole pumpkin thing. Especially when it involves wheels (the wagon) and tools (his trusty pink shovel).