At the age of two, my son doesn't forget anything you say, no matter how much you try to distract him. For over and hour, he kept say "we going punkin hatch mommy?" It sounded cute the first 20 times. I kept explaining to him that we were waiting for nana, and then we would go. He ran to the couch, and looked out the window yelling "Is nana here yet, we go punkin hatch!!!" No matter what I did to distract him, every three minutes he would run to the window and look for nana. Nana finally got to our house, and we loaded up into the Durango and headed out. We went to a local farm, and looked at the "buful fowers" (beautiful flowers), and headed out to the horse drawn wagon that would take us out to the pumpkins.
Now, I have never been out to a pumpkin patch before in my life, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined that picking out the perfect pumpkin would be such a hard task. Every pumpkin that we pointed out to JW, he would say with conviction "that punkin no good!". I finally after looking at 50 pumpkins had to say, look at this baby pumpkin JW. This is mommies! No, my baby punkin! I have that one! Thank goodness, he finally found one he liked!!
