In vaguely related news, we finally made it to the pumpkin patch today. I say finally because ya know what they say about the best laid plans right? ::insert massive eye roll::
I did some research trying to pinpoint the best local pumpkin patch for Lil' Miss Constant Motion and found one 30 minutes away with a playground-score! I was pretty sure pumpkins would hold her attention for all of 0.5 seconds and hay rides for not much longer than that so was happy I found a place where we could get a pumpkin, get a few pics, and entertain her in one fail swoop...well that was the plan anyway...
Couple of hours and two major glitches later this plan was toast:(.
We always take both dogs to the groomer at the same time. We nearly always have them back about four hours after dropping them off. These tidbits were important to the success of today's plan. Today was of course the exception to that rule.
The game plan was to leave for the pumpkin patch by 2:30. Isabella had been waking up like clockwork from her nap at 2. That gave her 30 minutes to wake up, snack up, and Bubble Guppy up before we took off. That also allowed for us to return by 5:00 to pick up the dogs who I had dropped off at the groomer at 1.
Wouldn't you know sleeping beauty chose today to break through her 2:00 wake up time? 2:00 gave way to 2:30. 2:30 became 3. As the minutes starting creeping past 3 which led to the need to revisit the game plan. I could have woken her up, I guess. However, I am a firm believer in that as long as they haven't been sleeping more than 3-4 hours you don't wake sleeping babies unless the house is on fire. There was no smoke so I wasn't touching that option with a 10 foot pole.
I was irrationally freaking out a bit when PetSmart called. "Perfect, " I thought, "We can go and get the dogs now and then don't have to worry about being back by 5 so we were still in good shape-yay." That fleeting thought lasted all of five seconds when the super chipper voice on the other end of the line explained she was just calling to get my email address as she had dressed the dogs up in costumes and wanted to send me the picture-smh! She sounded more than a bit surprised when I politely (I hope!) declined and asked when the dogs would be ready. She explained that she needed a little more time, but that they would definitely be ready between 4-4:30 which meant we still had to be done pumpkin-ing and be back to get the dogs before 5 when they closed.
Cue more irrational frustration for yours truly.
A new google search showed there was a small pumpkin patch a little ways up the road from us so that became plan B when Isabella finally graced us with her presence at 3:30. We wound up not getting a pumpkin for ourselves as the smallest one was at least 20 pounds and the parking lot was about a half mile away. We also traded a playground for Isabella attempting to lift said 20+ pound pumpkins.
And my hunch about the hayride not being a slam dunk was confirmed but was made bearable with a snack cup of Goldfish and an appearance by some well timed neighbor dogs. As you can tell by this picture "bearable" was the key word!
But we did get some cute pics:)
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