pumpkin patches, garage sales and throw up

Nothing says FALL like 84 degrees. We headed to the Vegas-style-parking-lot-pumpkin-patch in our t-shirts and shorts and enjoyed the sunshine. It was nothing special, but can you really celebrate Halloween without visiting a pumpkin patch? I don't think so.

I was going to let my husband have an afternoon out with the kids, but decided to go at the last minute. Aaron was thrilled that I joined them. Because on the drive home, I kindly forced asked him to stop at a garage sale. I could see they had lots of baby stuff and believe it or not, there are still some things I need. Reluctantly, Aaron pulled over and let me roam for a bit while he stayed in the van with the kids.

They were selling a super nice swing for cheap. I wanted to buy it, but mentioned to the garage sellers that I just couldn't because it was PURPLE. When they asked what was wrong with purple, I told them that I was having boy #4 and purple would never do. I could tell they were offended when they replied at the same time "We have all boys, too." I decided to shut my mouth and leave as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, when I returned to the car, my husband wasn't to be found. Neither was my three year old. Nope.. they were hiding on the other side of the van because Zack was throwing up all over the couple's drive way. Our van was blocking the throw up from the garage sellers-- but as soon as we moved, they would see the big present Zack left for them. I could not help but giggle as we quickly sped away. Both Aaron and I were cracking up, realizing how ghetto (and rude) we were. Ben asked why we didn't tell them that our kid had thrown up all over their driveway and that just made us laugh harder. Such terrible parents-- and human beings-- are we.

When we finally arrived home, I had to pee and ran into the house, not offering to carry in any of the pumpkins. While in the bathroom, there was a little knock and a voice through the crack of the door that said, "Um, mom! I need to throw up again."

I stood up as quickly as I could and unlocked the door for little Zack. As soon as he entered, he threw up ALL over me, particularly my pants and underwear that happened to be around my ankles. He said he was sorry in the sweetest little voice, and I was laughing so hard that I peed some more. Aaron came into the house with a few pumpkins in his arms. He saw his very pregnant wife standing in the hallway- naked from the waist down. It took me a minute to catch my breath and ask if someone could run upstairs and get me some clean clothes. Ben and Luke quickly responded. Aaron just shook his head and walked away. I guess such a manly-man can only handle so much excitement in one day...