Pumpkin Patch

Sunday was pumpkin patch day and Brendan had a blast! We found a farm out in Terrebonne that had a corn maze, a petting zoo, a pumpkin cannon, and a great pumpkin patch. Brendan wasn't too crazy about touching the animals and we opted out of a walk through the corn. But he was definitely thrilled with the pumpkins (and of course the slices of caramel apple Mommy was sharing with him.)


It was so completely different from our past Portland (Sauvie Island) experiences where we would wear rubber boots and leave with inches of mud on our soles. It's amazingly dryer out here (this is the high desert after all...) And despite the snow we got on Friday morning, Sunday turned out to be relatively nice. Besides the jackets, we really didn't need to bundle up. We made the trip with Scott, Tracey and Kian and since the boys had so much fun we decided it would be an annual event. Of course next year Brendan will have a little sister tagging along...

Numbingly Cold

So this is the life we live now, where you can wake up one early October morning and find a dusting of snow on the ground! Joe whispered in my ear as he was leaving for work early this morning, "if you look out the window you can see it's snowing like crazy..." And sure enough it was really coming down. By the time Brendan and I got up at 8:00 most of it had already melted. It's supposed to get up to 45 degrees today so I'm sure it will all be gone by this afternoon. But hey, snow in October? I guess that's life in Bend. The mountains are already white. The temperatures have dropped so significantly. Joe keeps saying it's just a prelude of what's to come...

When Brendan woke up and saw the snow he immediately asked for his hat. Nevermind that it's the one from last year that barely fits and we weren't even going outside. He just wanted to wear it around for fun. What a silly guy...

Counting Down

Is it just me or did I suddenly get bigger?! It feels like she's grown a ton in the last month (or maybe it's all the chocolate and ice cream I've been eating...) In any case, I like this picture. And guess what... I took it myself. Tired of the husband who rolls his eyes when I ask him to take my monthly pregnancy picture. I figured... FINE... I'll take it myself. And *voila* it turned out better than any of the ones he took! Not bad for a tripod and a self timer (I won't mention how many I deleted before I found the two that I liked best...)

I'm feeling somewhat better than I have in the last couple of weeks. Maybe it's because I finally quit jogging altogether. I think I was in denial, telling myself that couldn't be the reason I was aching all over. But a few weeks without jogging (biking and elliptical instead...) and what do you know... my joints don't hurt nearly as bad. The contractions are still persistent. Worst at the end of a 12 hour shift at work. But nothing I can't handle for the next couple of months. We'll see what the doctor says...

Mommy Did It!

Considering the fact that Brendan screamed bloody murder the last two times I took him to get his hair cut, it came as a big surprise when I asked him if Mommy could cut his hair and he said "yeah!" I began with caution, thinking that the excitement was superficial and he would immediately scream when he remembered what a hair cut really was. But, low and behold, he sat still through my nervous use of the clippers and even begged the next day for another hair cut.

Much shorter than I had anticipated but still better than having it over his ears and in his eyes. And if I just keep telling myself that I saved some money and my much needed sanity, it all seems worth it!