The Pumpkin Patch

The Pumpkin Patch

Wheew! We just got back from the pumpkin patch and boy did we have a time. We should have taken a clue from the way the girls were acting when we were trying to leave, BUT we didn't!!! I think it was just to far. By the time we got there they were both pretty sleepy. There were probably 500 people there. It was WILD to say the least. Lots of older kids running around and playing on the toys too rough for the girls. Some kids were even pelting Emma with corn kernals. I let them wear shorts and short sleeves(great idea Ran), and they were still burning up. Emma was being a real pill today. She was being rude to people(not like her) and she was 100% absolutely defiant. No matter what I asked of her she wouldn't do it. You can tell in the pics that she was not a happy camper. Another parent even said, "She isn't in a very good mood is she?" She initially didn't want to even ride on the hayride. I made her go and by the time we got to the field she was a little happier. Abigail acted much better than Emma, but she still wasn't her usual excited self. Daddy found them twin pumpkins. They are so cute. I hope to get a picture of them with their pumpkin after they get up from their nap.
Our day ended with a visit to the country store on the property. I had promised the girls a drink shaped like a pumpkin. SO while Ran carried our 40lb pumpkin across 3 acres. I took the girls and their smaller pumpkins and went to the store. Once in the store, I realized that I didn't have any money--left my purse in the car, one less thing to deal with. So I drag 2 screaming toddlers and 2 pumpkins out of the store. They cry for their drinks for 2 acres until we met Ran. He took the pumpkins, I turned around with the girls and went back to the store. Now you have to realize that this store isn't much bigger than a bedroom, Abigail spotted a pink swirly sucker--among 10 other things-- and we got in line. We waited and waited--burning up, sweat running in places you don't want to know about--and finally got up there to pay and the lady said, "that will be $6.00" I gave her my debit card, and she said we have a $10 min to use this. Now there are 15 people burning up in line behind me, and 2 toddlers at my feet and about 30 other people milling about. So I say, "What can I buy? Put another drink on there" Now I am at $6.75. I look around, everyone staring at me like HURRY UP so I just started paying for everyone's stuff behind me until I had $10. I know CRAZY huh! I didn't know what else to do??? I didn't want $10 of junk that I didn't need. Everyone was like what??? Then other people started saying add mine to her order--lol. So we finally get out of there and start walking back across 3 acres. With an acre to go we meet Ran and I start telling him about what happened, and he said, "why didn't you just use the cash that was in my wallet?" I stopped and said "what" He said, "My wallet that is in your back pocket." I said, "I didn't remember that I had it!" So we finally make it to the car and when we tried to open Abigail's pink sucker---IT BROKE INTO PIECES!! So now she is screaming and I had to walk back across 3 acres to stand in line to buy another. This time with cash...

Sound like fun? Definitely full of excerise.

Lord, please help me.

Surviving the Terrible Twos x 2

First of all I want to say that I have been so blessed, far more than I deserve; and I know that my girls will grow up to be extraordinary law abiding young women. HOWEVER, right now sometimes I think it is debateable...LOL! Just kidding. Everyone told us that things would get so much easier by 2 1/2, to those people I want to say--LIAR, LIAR pants on fire!!!!! I have decided that parenting NEVER gets easier, it is a constant state of growing and changing. Once you get them figured out, they change and you have to start all over. Right now we are dealing with 2 VERY opinionated little girls. Abigail esp. My goodness. She is so much like me it is scary. I try to blame it on Ran, but the older she gets the more obvious it is. She is SOOOO independent and strong willed. She knows what she wants and will not let anything stand in her way. Just yesterday, we had a battle of wills before church--which is typical for a Sunday morning. The devil tries so hard to keep us at home. She kept throwing herself down on the floor refusing to obey, and I kept disciplining. By the time we got to church, we were both exhausted and I felt like the worst mother in the universe.
The message was "You can start over again". Thank you Lord! I guess that was a little devine intervention. Don't you just love it when that happens. Thank you Lord that your mercy is new every morning...may mine be the same.