Saturday started off today with a sort-of plan.
We would stop by my OB's office to grab my N1H1 shot at their free flu clinic and then head to the pumpkin patch if it wasn't raining yet.
When the elevator doors opened on the 2nd floor of my OB's building, I never got off the elevator. I couldn't. There were close to 200 sweaty, pissed off, pregnant ladies crowding the halls to the point of chaos. Me and crowds don't mix like that. I will take my chances and use more hand sanitizer.
So off to the pumpkin patch we went. (Pumpkin picking and fresh Christmas tree chopping are two traditions that are firmly ensconced in me, and therefore are demanded to be passed onto to Gracie.)
Gracie picked her own pumpkin.
Then she picked a second one. Whatever, how much can two small pumpkins cost, right?
She frolicked through the fields.
And helped Matt do the heavy lifting.
And just as we finished, the rains started to sprinkle down.
This Friday will be her first foray into actually scooping her own pumpkin. We will see how excited is is about this next year....