It’s what we’ve always done. It’s what we will always do, CHILDREN.
So every year. EVERY YEAR. I will drag your little whiney butts out of here and sit you on top of some pumpkins, and YOU WILL LIKE IT DAMMIT.
And there WILL be pictures. So, you know, just suck it up and get used to it. There will be pictures for years to come.
And I will dredge them up from the dusty corners of old hard drives and archaic Flickr accounts when you get married or any other time I’m presented with the opportunity to contribute to a slideshow with pictures of you that will make me misty eyed and long for these days again.
I mean, I’ll be drunk on nostalgia by then, clearly, and will have forgotten the sounds of your tantrums and what it feels like when you melt to jelly in the middle of the field, protesting.
Truly, it’s just, literally, like 10 minutes of your life. You give me TEN MINUTES to take pictures on pumpkins, and I give you an hour to run and play IN A FIELD OF PUMPKINS.
In a HOUSE made of PUMPKINS!
So please, enough already with the “I’m so tortured. My mom’s a blogger/photographer and is ALWAYS taking pictures of me, and it’s REALLY hard,”
act. Okay?
We all have our struggles.
I just want to document yours. In a field of pumpkins. EVERY. YEAR.
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So yeah, yesterday was Pumpkin Patch day, and it was SO awful that I would actually like to go again just to try to make up for it.
I promise you, I did not force them to take pictures the whole time we were there. They were just… tired. All three fell asleep on the way there. Kendall was ESPECIALLY awful because of course because that’s what happens when I post about his amazing behavior improvements that very day.
The silver lining was we had dinner at the new Modmarket just a few miles away from the pumpkin patch (in Flower Mound, TX). I’m part of their PR team, doing some blogger outreach here locally and helping organize events.
So I knew yummy food and wine and beer was just minutes away.
FYI, that’s a $2 glass of wine. So obviously that helped things. A lot.
We threw some pizza with corn and bacon on it at him…
I’ve deleted about 15 sentences I’ve typed out about Kendall now because each one could be used against me in the future and could wind up costing us thousands in therapy.
The bright side! I think we could eat free of guilt about calories because we all know that trips to the pumpkin patch with 3 kids are the equivalent to an hour of intense cardio.
Yeah, that’s their receipt with all the calorie and nutrition info about what we ordered on it. Cool or TMI? You tell me.
If you’re in the DFW area, and you like farm fresh food (or just really good food), you should definitely give Modmarket a try! I’m not just saying that because I’m working for them, though I do need to say that I am working for them because disclosure and all that.
But seriously, I LOVE this place and am begging them to open one near me. For now, the new Plano location (opened yesterday!) will have to do. You might just see me hanging out there with a glass of wine, a beet salad, my laptop, and NO CHILDREN very soon.
