The Pumpkin Patch

I have been telling Max for months now about how we were going to go to the Pumpkin Patch by my house.  Today was the perfect day because since I had to be at a boring meeting in Riverside at 8:30, I didn't have to get up at 4:45 and slept in until 6:00 and also since I had to be in a boring meeting I wasn't worn out by 11:00am.  So after I got my nails done I went to my parents' to get the little guy.

I was afraid that I was really the one who was going to have all of the fun at the Pumpkin Patch and that pretty much all Max would do would be to scream his head off for as long as we could stand it, but I was determined.  So my dad loaded us up into his truck (because it was quite clear that me going to the Pumpkin Patch alone with Max would be a Disaster, since I am still unable to carry the baby in his car seat.  I even tried to lift him in the car seat and that was a big bust.)  I'm pretty sure that I was infinitely more excited than Max about going to the Pumpkin Patch, but he loved it!  He loved walking up and down the rows of pumpkins.  He loved looking at the kids.  He loved sitting in the dirt (don't tell my mom.)  He didn't love being in the car on the ride home and luckily me and my dad had photographic proof that he was happy at the Pumpkin Patch so my mom didn't think we had tortured him.

As an aside, though we were admitted into the Pumpkin Patch, it appeared that me, my dad and Max were all several tattoos short of the average patron.

Afterwards Max's sleeper and I had a rematch and I kicked its freaking ass.