Since we had one of these rare weekends when neither Mike or I had any real project to complete, so we spent the morning at a pumpkin patch. TJ wasn’t interested at first.
Nathan found the hay obstacle course and took to it like it was Operation Dirty Pants. I guess that’s okay because now that he has a military name, he can join the Wu-Tang Clan and I can stop playing this freaking song about letting your oats and beans and barley grow.
The best part of having a baby is dressing him up and eliciting raves from strangers which I always accept as a reflection on my superb parenting (and knowledge that once a baby grows into a four-year-old, he doesn’t smile on demand or pose for the camera without a finger in his nose). A lot of people oooh’d and pointed out how cute TJ was as a pumpkin. My heart swelled as men and women stopped and fawned over him, cooed at his smiling face and congratulated me (silently) for being such an awesome mom. Everyone was friendly to me! And of course, to TJ, but to me most of all! So hey, people with crippling insecurity and social awkwardness! HAVE A BABY!
I heard pumpkin babies are in season. And on sale! Bargains!