Today, I knew I was going to be running late (thanks to a snafu with a bicycle pump at REI... long story) so I called and let the school know. I got there at 1:11 p.m. and there wasn't a soul in the parking lot. Gulp.
Sure enough, ESK was the last kiddo there and was being led out by the director. And ESK was in tears. She must have thought I had forgotten about her. I felt terrible. The director told me she tried to calm herself down (so proud of her!), but wouldn't let the director near her to comfort her.
To make up for it, we went to the closest grocery store and got some ice cream and a balloon. I let her hold the cone all by herself and make a mess eating it. Her tears were quickly forgotten.
Nevertheless, I will never be late again.
Solo @ the Pumpkin Patch
We've been having some gorgeous fall weather here in Portland -- perfectly blue skies, chilly, crisp air, and glorious warm sun! We took advantage of the autumn day and went to the pumpkin patch.
It took forever to get out of the house and by the time we got to the farm, it was almost lunch time. ESK was already cranky because she was hungry, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she got tired. So, we rushed through lunch of hot dogs and veggie booty (not the most nutritious) and I wrangled her over to the hayride area. On the bumpy hayride, ESK was already starting to get delirious and forgot to use her inside voice in all her excitement. The family next to us didn't approve and I noticed they sat far away from us on the ride back, even though ESK and their little boy were getting along famously.
At the actual pumpkin patch, ESK ran around for a bit before picking a pumpkin. All of a sudden, she bent over and started looking uncomfortable. Of course, she is having a really big poop. And now that it is out, she wanted me to change her. But I can see the hayride tractor starting to loop back and I didn't want to miss our ride, so I told her to be patient. That didn't go over well. Extreme whiny-ness ensues.
There were no major mishaps, but I don't think I'll ever go to a pumpkin patch by myself again. Here are some photos of the day:
Running to pick a pumpkin
Found one!
Starting to get delirious...
I'm tired and have poop in my pants.
2 comments:
great pics from the pumpkin patch. poor E having to wait for mommy for 11 minutes to pick her up. seriously, not a big deal. i think i've scared G too many times by telling her i'm leaving the house without her if she's not ready. she bursts into tears now if she thinks she's alone in the house- even though i've never actually left her alone.
whoa! i canNOT believe you went to the farm with both kids ALONE! hats off to you, dear mama!
i really like your pumpkin tradition. this year, we just went to pick asian pears and picked out the pumpkin at the cash register at the orchard, but picking out your own pumpkin at the pumpkin patch sounds a lot more fun.
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