Just to keep it real, LB is intermittently shrieking as I write this post.
It was a good LB weekend. It didn't start that well when B rolled in at 11:30am from where evs'* after planning that we would have family breakfast and get an early start for the pumpkin patch. But we saw it through and did our duty to our child, and ate some New York System hot wieners for our troubles.
We went to PRONK, which was great! I think last year, LB wouldn't have been into it-too loud and weird. But this year she didn't want to leave and we even got to march for a bit. Next year we'll follow the parade downtown and watch some of the performances.
LB has been playing a game I call in my head "Ebola Clinic." It involves patients with tummy aches who are moved by cart to a hospital made from a converted shed and then locked inside. When Fisher Price comes out with their own Ebola Clinic, don't say I didn't warn you.
And of course there was the obligatory pumpkin patch. Amazingly we have pumpkin patch pictures for every year beginning when LB was in utero. This year's trip was a good one. LB ran around like a real child. She scavenged animal feed off the ground, and had strangers sharing with her, and then tried to convince the strangers to feed the llamas. We bought her an ice cream cone filled with animal feed and she actually fed it to a goat, and it was amazing.
LB still has her shrieking, screaming, annoying times, but we've been getting along so well. Maybe I can only handle one source of angst in my life at a time, and right now it's not LB. It's also easier now that she can talk more and tell me what's wrong (even if it's totally irrational). Good times.
*In this phase of our separation she is free to spend her nights as she pleases....not going to rant....about anything...