Friday, October 03, 2008
Just like last yearand the year before last, we went to our favorite pumpkin patch and set our children on a rickety wagon full of pumpkins to take their pictures.
Only this year, there're 2 of them.
And also, they were wearing matching outfits, but Jack crapped through his moments before we left the house-- that's what he does. Today, we were so freaking on time to leave the house (I even got up at 6 to flat iron my hair and smudge my eyeliner), and when I plucked Jack from the Exersaucer in our way downstairs, I noticed he was covered in prune poop.
Not very many picutres of Harry this time around. He was too busy losing his marbles over a wobbly wheel barrow
to really enjoy himself.
Jack O Lantern, though, was not crying for like 20 minutes in a row-- maybe his record to date.