Our (very, very cold and windy) trip to a pumpkin patch. Complete with meltdown about not being able to eat the corn kernels in the huge “sand” box filled with corn. (Why yes, I did want to get in. Very badly.)
After we picked pumpkins and got in the car, Sam realized Bella’s little fists were balled up and she kept looking at them. He pried them open to find she had taken the corn kernels with her and hidden her hands up the sleeves of her coat. We had another small meltdown as he shook them off.
I die. Bella is the funniest child. Also, super cute.
She was fine once she got to hold her very own small pumpkin we bought for her.