I remember going to the pumpkin patch with our friends and their little boy when I was very first pregnant. I remember the feeling in my stomach, the butterflies and extreme excitement, that next year I will be the one posing my little one in the sea of orange pumpkins for that perfect photo.
Last year was awesome. Claire was the most darling pumpkin in the patch, by far. She was all smiles and laughs and coos.
This year was a different story. She whined and wanted to be held the whole time.
This is the best I could do...
See that outstretched hand? That was accompanied with a whine (note the scrunched up face) that continued until daddy gave in and picked her back up.
I was disappointed to say the least, but Ryan reminded me that Claire had fun, just not the kind of fun that I wanted her to have. There was a petting zoo, and pony rides, a playground, a kid friendly haunted house, and thousands of pumpkins to choose from. And funnel cakes...must I say more??? And Claire wanted nothing to do with any of it. She wanted to be carried around - oh and she wanted to smell the flowers on the way out too - her kind of fun, I guess.
While holding my hand...