Pumpkins

This will be a quick post...as the Astros are on and I'm trying to watch the game...but we took Kellen to the pumpkin patch in Conroe on Saturday and he had a blast... He did a really good job at picking out which pumpkins he wanted for carving, since he and his daddy will be carving pumpkins at school on Friday. We even picked out two, one a little larger than the other to give them some choices and variety in their carving. He was a little bit of a strong man and strutted his stuff, picking up the rather large pumpkins, with perfect squatting form, I might add - and no, I haven't been working with him on this. Maw Maw, Kellen and I were at this pumpkin patch for close to an hour, just walking around and having a blast. They had a reading area with pumpkin and other fall-type books and many photo-opp areas set up and we had never taken him to see so many pumpkins all in one place. He was on pumpkin overload! He even picked out a couple of pumpkins for Maw Maw's house, too, and then had plenty of time to just play around. Notice the small pumpkin in his hand...this was on the not-for-sale reject pile that he immediately gravitated to upon arrival. And he wouldn't put it down the ENTIRE time we were there...needless to say, it came home with us.



He's been up way past bedtime two nights in a row watching the 'Stros, but really, how many times in his lifetime is this actually going to happen, right? But tonight when he threw a major temper tantrum because he had milk (that he had asked for, mind you) in his sippy cup instead of apple juice, well, that was just his way of telling me that 8:45 PM for the 2nd night in a row was just too much for him (and last night he was up later than 8:45 - and no, he doesn't sleep in to make up for it). Of course, he really didn't understand that so I was the bad guy putting him to bed when he wanted to, "Watch baseball Mommy. Watch Astros!"

It just breaks your heart sometimes. I tried to explain to him what a miraculous thing (of course I didn't use those words) that it was that we had let him stay up two nights to watch the Astros and that him throwing a fit because of his drink was really telling me that he was too tired to stay up and watch the game anymore and that he was telling me that his body was ready to go to sleep. I understood that he wanted to watch the Astros and that I was sorry that I needed to put him to bed but I loved him and wanted to do what was best for him. Of course, again...none of this makes sense to a 27 month old kid, but the calm voice in the midst of the screaming and crying did calm him down...Within 5 (and that's being generous) minutes of him being in bed I didn't hear a word...