Valerie and I took our 4 kiddos to a local Pumpkin Patch on Monday. We all piled into her van and enjoyed a little time together traveling the winding, country roads. It was beautiful. Many of the trees are showing their deep reds and oranges. I love this time of year. It’s still so warm, and the air is crisp, and it seems there is an eager anticipation swirling about.
As we were driving to the pumpkin patch on Monday, I thought about this same trip all 6 of us made two years ago. Graceanna was only about 6 weeks old. She was so tiny and so cuddly and already so attached to me. I remebered her soft skin and fluffy hair and her sweet baby scent. I revelled in the memories of those tender, fleating newborn days which already seem like a lifetime I ago. Sometime during my trip into the memories, I realized all 4 kids had been under 3 years old. My day dream came to a quick end with the memories of how hard and exhausting that day had been with trying to keep 2 two year olds safe as they ran around like the crazy toddlers they were and all the while trying to meet the babies’ needs. As tired as we were, this day produced precious memeories. Here’s a look back at 2 years ago.
Annabeth – about 15 months – October 2008
Max – 2 and 3/4 – October 2008
Gunnar – almost 3 years old – October 2008
And, the winner of the greatest change is…….
Graceanna – about 6 weeks – October 2008
Here’s a look at our recent trip – October 11, 2008.
Graceanna gave me this super sweet glance as we were waiting for the hay ride to start.
Oh Annabeth, I love your little pig tails!
The site of this huge pumpkin farm stopped these city kids in their tracks.
Valerie’s kids seemed intent on finding the right pumpkin.
Graceanna was intent on getting as dirty as possible. Oh my goodness. She was covered in dust, and she already had a shovel full of sand in her hair.
(By the way, when you have thick hair and tight curls, your hair will not let go of one single grain of sand. We washed and washed for 30 minutes. I did this last week also when she had dirt and crushed up dead leaves in her hair last week. Ridding her hair of these things is not my favorite activity….just in case you were wondering.)
Gunnar enjoyed some dirt ball throwing and tried to pick up a huge pumpkin or two…
Then, he called it quits and took a seat on the big pumpkin.
This was our attempt at a group photo. Nice.
On the way home I was stabbed with a terrible realization; Max & Gunnar will be kindergarteners next year and no matter if we go to traditional school or school at home, our time will be less free. This is probably our last time to go with the 6 of us. Boo Hoo.
(My friend Gretchen took her kids to a different pumpkin patch and captured these wonderful moments. Oh how I wish I would put in the work to produce something similar, but I don’t see that happening. Plus, we all know Gretchen has a little something special that just increased work on my part would not create.)