Literally. She screamed the entire time.
I know that a blog is supposed to be the “highlight reel” of your life, but sometimes living with a toddler is frustrating. Adorable but OMG frustrating. Baby Beez is a good sleeper. A GREAT sleeper, really. If she had her way, on the weekends she would wake up at 7am, then lay down for a nap from 10:30am-2:30pm, and then go to bed at 8. I shouldn’t complain about this. A good sleeper is a blessing. However, if we actually want to have family time on the weekends, it makes things complicated. And full of screams.
Mr. Beez and I had the audacity to spend a family afternoon at the pumpkin patch (Hello 30 before 30, take Baby Beez to a U-Pick farm). Baby Beez napped in the car, and when we arrived and woke her up, she was NOT happy. They had pony rides. She asked to ride the pony. I brought her over to the pony. She screamed at the pony. (The pony was good natured, used to bratty behavior, and not offended).
She did manage to enjoy picking up pumpkins and carrying them around.
She smiled for the pictures, but photos are deceiving. These poses were interspersed with flailing and “no!!”
We did manage to make a great dent in our grocery shopping. All this produce for $60! Win.
Baby Beez did find some small measure of happiness in the corn box. She raked it around and poured it into containers. And she managed to do all of this without throwing herself on the ground, screaming, or punching anyone. She was actually well behaved for that part of the visit.
Ah, the drama of being 2.