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You’re second trip to the pumpkin patch was a little more eventful than your first. Last year, you didn’t even have shoes on because you couldn’t walk. You were scooting around on your perpetually dirty knees, hehe. This year you did all kinds of stuff. You fed the goats, played in the Mickey Clubhouse bouncy house, and rode your first pony! You looooove horsies. I asked you about 5 times if you wanted to go for a ride and you said “Da!!” everytime. You let me set you down, buckle you in and you went around about 2 times before your horse (which you picked) decided to be the stubborn one and stopped moving. So the nice lady gave Moona a little smack and she took off a trotting, leaving you tumbling in her wake. You were dangling off the side of the horse by the safety strap for a few seconds before we were able to make it over and rescue you. Haha, not what we had in mind for your introduction to the world of equestrian fun. Up until that point you were fine. But that freaked you out pretty good. They gave us our tickets back so that we could try again later, but I asked you a couple times and the answer each time was a very certain head shake. You were done with kittybings for the day.
You have such a good Daddy, baby girl. I love watching the two of you together. You helped him shoot pirates. This was your favorite part of the entire evening. Every time we set you down, you’d run back over to the pirate game booth. The nice man behind the counter even let you play for free once ’cause you’re so cute. Of course, Daddy won the game – he pretty much rocks at carnival games, especially shooting ones – and won you an eye patch to go with your pirate sword. He also won you a Nemo at the pingpong in the pond booth – and he even let me and you toss (waste) a few.
And here we are with you in a not-so-photo-friendly mood. Ahhhh, you have many years of forced family photos to come, hehe. I’ll overlook the grumpy face this year. Next year you’ll be old enough to understand the concept, so I’ll bribe you with ice cream. 🙂