Growth Chart
I am a creature of habit. I think it’s my defense mechanism for analysis paralysis. Completely unrelated to the pictures below, I heard on NPR a few weeks back a woman who researched happiness. She determined that the happiest people are those that are satisfied. Those that have a set of requirements for, say, pasta sauce and as soon as they find a jar that meets those requirements they purchase it. They do not continue to look at pasta sauces. Why would they? They have one that meets all their needs.
My pumpkin patch experience is like that. There are more patches around here. Some even closer than the one we have gone to for the last five years. But I like this one. We will go here until Audrey leaves for college.
(The above anecdote should not leave the reader with the idea that the author does not suffer from analysis paralysis. She does. Too often.)
Back to the pretty pictures. Baby Elliot was a little chub of baby, with rosy cheeks because of eczema and a moist kiss because of the drool. Two-year old Elliot is totally excited that he can do basically whatever he wants because mommy can’t catch him, what with that baby sister of his strapped to her front side. 2006 was good, everyone could walk. 2007 Audrey figures out it was funny to poke her belly button in pictures. And this year? This year they look like KIDS. Good grief, when did that happen?
I just noticed, they upgraded the sign this year. Now there are cornstalks tied to the posts that hold up the sign. That? That’s classy. And that’s why we’ll be back next year. And the year after.
