Ah, Autumn... with a five month old.

This past weekend we went to the pumpkin patch/apple orchard. The plan was:

1) eat some yummy grill food

2) pick some apples for delicious, yet-to-be-decided-on recipes

3) choose a perfect, round, orange pumpkin

4) listen to some free bluegrass

5) possibly buy some apple butter (even though it's pricey, but we only go once a year or less)

6) window shop in their Americana themed country store

7) eat some just-made cider doughnuts

8) more bluegrass

9) more doughnuts

10) ok one last doughnut

What actually happened was this:

1) we parked far away

2) went to the bathroom in a Don's John

3) Danny waited in a ridiculously long line for a hot dog and a hamburger while Josie and I entertained ourselves by looking at all the different dogs that people had

4) Danny and I ate, Josie refused to eat

5) listened to two bluegrass songs

6) Josie refused to eat again

7) tried to find a quiet place for her to eat and quickly realized this was pointless

8) Josie refused to eat again and began screaming

9)  walked back to the truck to feed her

10) she got sleepy, and we realized we had to leave so she could nap.

Even with my perfect plan going so awry, we managed to get a few cute shots:

 

 

As mad as I was at her, the kid is still frickin' cute. Brat.