Jimi got diverted to Seattle tonight because the fog is so thick here.
So he's there and we are here.
But that's not what this post is about.
Avery got sick the exact morning we were supposed to go to the pumpkin patch on a field trip.
I came downstairs in the morning and she was snuggled up in a blanket laying on the couch. I took her temperature and she had a doggone fever.
We were both so so sad. I really wanted to go on this field trip with her.
Five or six days later, she was still sick. She started complaining about her ear hurting, so we put a coat over that nightgown and took her to the doctor.
If you have a cough, you must put these masks on in the waiting room. She whispered to me that she was kind of embarrassed about wearing it, so I put one on too.
She finally got to go back to school today after missing three days of school and church. It just breaks your heart.
But that's not what this post is about either.
Today I got to go with Evan to the pumpkin patch!
I got to ride the bus with him and everything.
(I don't know how deep that finger is, so lets just pretend it's a nose scratch)
On our way to the bus, we stood outside Avery's classroom and watched her. Finally she saw us and got so excited. We all smiled at each other for a while, then went on our way.
Teacher Laura is my favorite. See her there with Evan? She is amazing. You have to see her in action to know what I mean, but I just love her. So does Evan. He always says her name.
I was talking to one of the teachers about how happy I am that he's doing so well, but sad that he might not qualify for next year.
She told me "Oh we never turn out kids. Once they are in, we keep them until they go to Kindergarden."
Ta Da! Such great news. I didn't know.
Here's a frustrating tid bit about Evan:
He behaves 90% better if he's not around me.
He was kind of being naughty before this little presentation, so I knew I had to get away from him. I sat him on the front row and moved away. And he was a perfect little angel.
That...is frustrating. Knowing that I am the reason for most of his misbehavior? What am I supposed to do?
I don't know.
But that's not what this post is about.
We ate lunch in this barn and I loved the pictures up on the wall.
Up high, lots of frames...
I'm kind of inspired to make a wall like this somewhere in my home.
But that's not what this post is about either. Stay focused.
This post is about how much I love that we get to do these things and go to this beautiful place at this best time of the year.
I swear I can't get over the beauty of this place. I might even start to get obnoxious about it, but especially this time of year. My whole life I grew up putting together Charles Wysocki puzzles with the apple trees and the pumpkin patches and the trees lining the horizon, and the big barns with big words on them, filled with pumpkins and friendly people selling bunches of flowers...and now I live in those puzzles.
And I love following Evan around while he explores the pumpkin patch and corn maze. He yells out his friends' name each and every time he see them.
"There's Kaden!"
And sure, it's a little exhausting that he threw a fit about being dragged away from feeding the chickens (other kids need a chance!), but then his great teachers swoop in and redirect him,
"Evan, did you get to feed the chickens pineapple? I mean pizza? No? What did you feed them?"
And he smiles and gets over it, and we go on a wagon ride.
It's just a lovely thing to do these things with my kids. Evan fell asleep with his little head resting against my arm on the way home.
