This month has been a crazy one for our little family.
We kind of failed on the whole Halloween thing...
but I was determined to make it to a pumpkin patch.
Mr. H got out of school early, I looked up what I thought would be a great patch and we set off.
Unfortunately, a 25 minute drive turned into an hour drive.
Also unfortunately I forgot a drink for poor C who had just finished a peanut butter sandwich.
So we had a lovely cry/whine/scream fest for about 40 minutes of our excursion.
We arrived at the patch just as the sun had gone down...
the patch was a little bit of a disappointment.
"Pick your Own" here meant walk into a field and decide which pumpkin to pick off the ground.
Clearly I was delusional when I thought it actually meant 'pick off the vine'. It was tiny, we were the only people there and we were starving.
C did have fun picking his pumpkin and riding in the wagon, but had a complete melt down when we had to leave the wagon behind.
Mr. H decided we should stop for dinner as it was late and we were still an hour from home.
We put wendy's into our gps, which told us there was one 5 minutes away.
We told C we would finally get a drink, but then proceeded to get lost trying to find that darn Wendy's for the next half hour. When we finally reached it, we were elated.
I think that twenty minutes in Wendy's was heaven. C was so happy to finally get a drink of water, and I was so happy we were on our way home.
We laughed about what a fiasco it had been, but that's what making memories is all about, right? :)