If you recall last year's trip to the pumpkin patch, you know that it was a horrific experience for Lexi. She hated the dirt and flies, the jumpy became a death trap of bounciness, and she had to sit by a boy on the train.
This year, things went much much better, but the day was not without incident. Read on for more.
So things start off nicely enough. Please enjoy my photography skills of Lexi in the 'HOLDING area' - get it? Her last name is Holding? Hahahaha - I'm so clever.
The girls of pre-K.
Once we found our way to the patch of pumpkins, Lexi began a 27 minute search for her perfect pumpkin.
It very specifically needed to be very small.
VERY small - how small Lexi?
this small, mom
Ok - so we hunt and we hunt and we hunt until we found our treasure
Alexis is not impressed.
I know it looks like she's pulling a McKayla Maroney here, but I swear - she loved this pumpkin.
A little balance beam practice on a haystack.
What? doesn't everyone do this?
No? just my kid - ok.
Aren't they precious?
This slide is her favorite thing. She ranks it in her list of top 5 most wonderful things in her life
(along with taco soup, sparkles, Christmas trees, and the color pink)
On to the jumpy. I detest the jumpy. Who in their right mind decided that a massive inflatable pillow designed for 93 children to boisterously jump on simultaneously was an appropriate activity at a pumpkin patch? Honestly, people need to talk to me before they do things, because this is just flirting with disaster every second of it's existence.
Ok, ok - my feelings toward the jumpy are somewhat irrational, but Lexi was nearly concussed
(the verb form of concussion - I know you were wondering)
on this thing last year.
I'm allowed some contempt.
However, this year she found it delightful.
figures, right?
And now we find ourselves at the mini-zipline.
Poor Lexi - I desperately underestimated her upper-body strength.
she face-planted.
Twice.
BUT - she never cried and she wanted to try again.
Of course, assistance was insisted upon.
YAY, LEXI!!!!
The train was a safer experience - all smiles.
The day ended with snack - as good days often do.
Overall, this year's pumpkin patch trip was much better.
We came home sweaty, dusty, and a little bruised.
We treated ourselves to cherry limeades from Sonic for surviving.
But, seriously, Paul - next year it really is YOUR turn.
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