We had a rocky start to the day. Abby decided to wake up at 3:30 a.m. and never went back to sleep. She wasn't fussy or crying. She just wanted to play. She didn't even wake up like that as a newborn. It was INSANE. Sam hadn't even gone to bed yet because he was up late studying. I felt so bad for him.
We got all ready to go in the morning. I really didn't want to reward Abby's unusual behavior with a fun day but I had been looking forward to it as much as she had so I wasn't willing to back out.
On the drive to the farm, Abby told me her tummy was hurting. I thought she was just hungry because she hadn't had much for breakfast so I gave her something to munch on. She kept saying her tummy hurt and then she puked. A lot. It was super sad and stinky. This stomach ailment may have contributed to her mid-night antics.
She seemed to feel much better after she got the puke out and I knew she would be devastated if we didn't go. Plus, I was riding with the girl who organized the whole activity. So, we decided to go for it.
When we got out of the car it was cold and windy. Abby had pretty well demolished her sweatshirt so I improvised and just wrapped her in a blanket. She smelled a little bit like puke all day but it didn't seem to bother her.
We loaded up our wagon for a fun hayride to the pumpkin patch. It was fun to snuggle two sweethearts this time.
It was muddy and a lot of the pumpkins were soggy because of the insane amount of rain we have had this year but we managed to find some good ones.
Luckily, the sun came out and the wind died down soon after we arrived at the pumpkin patch.
After choosing our pumpkins, we went through the corn maze--with no wrong turns I might add. Our ride down the slide was more brisk this year. I must have been wearing better sliding pants.
We finished off the morning with some delicious homemade ice cream. Abby slipped in a few orange slices between licks to help me feel better about feeding her ice cream before lunch. (Who am I kidding? I didn't feel the least bit bad.)