this past weekend we took baby boy out to the pumpkin patch. we, or i, envisioned a smiley, happy baby that would take amazing photos. wrong. my child did not appreciate that we picked out the perfect outfit, charged the camera and drove to the sticks. unfortunately it was muddy and surprisingly crowded with people trying to do the exact same thing - get the perfect photo. since james can't sit on his own he would tip over into some awkward positions and did not find the pumpkins to be plush, comfortable props. this started to make him mad and fussy. therefore, most of his pictures of him alone are not as happy as the one above. not to mention the older kids climbing all over the pumpkins would start pumpkin avalanches that would scare everyone who had babies propped up on the orange mountain. therefore, we were there a total of 7 minutes. it took us 9 times longer to get him dressed, the diaper bag packed and drive out there than the time actually spent at the patch. i know next year will be much better and he'll be the kid climbing everywhere. either way, i discovered no one could get their children to sit and pose for the infamous perfect picture.
james enjoyed the pumpkin patch, nice weather and a warm body holding him.
ba-ba-bad. bad to the bone.