Pumpkin Patch

Almost everywhere else in the U.S., people are enjoying the Fall season.  Here…it’s in the low 90s.  Almost perfect weather.  I can do without the cold and the snow, but on occasion, I do miss the different seasons.  It’s kind of strange to think that Tessa will probably never experience that changing of seasons in her childhood. 

All of that was just a strange segue into the fact that we took Tessa to a pumpkin patch yesterday with some friends.  The pumpkin patch was in the middle of the desert and it was 90 degrees out, but it was our “fall” experience none-the-less.

We had fun playing in bouncy houses, petting animals at the petting zoo, going on a hayride, and, of course, picking out a couple of pumpkins.

Covenant Blessings

My parents and my aunt Lynda came out to visit a few weekends ago.  Correction.  They came out to drive to California for my great aunt’s 99th Birthday party.  Even though we weren’t the main event, we were happy to have the visitors and to make the trek with them for the birthday party. 

We had a wonderful trip filled with old family stories, extended relatives I rarely see, and a lot of entertainment provided by a certain little girl who was in full form.  I’d post pictures, but mom was the one with the camera, and as soon as she learns to upload them to her computer and send them, I’ll pass them on (yeah Mom, I’m calling you out!). 

Anyways, the trip was a lot of fun, but was refreshing for the soul as well.  Seeing Tessa play with my parents and aunt, sit on my great uncle’s lap, and interact with all our relatives was such a great reminder of the importance of family, both biologically, but also the family of God. It was amazing to watch relatives I barely know care for and interact with her. But I think my favorite highlight was after we got home…Tessa sat by Dad and aunt Lynda and sang “Jesus Loves Me” with them and my Mom, over and over.  It was such a great reminder of God’s covenant blessings.

Morning Chit Chat

At 7:45 am the other morning, Tessa and I were still sleeping.  Tommy decided we had a lot to do so we needed to get up.  According to him, it went something like this.

He walks into Tessa’s room and says good morning.

Tessa sits up.

Tessa: This is my shirt (pointing to her shirt).  This is my pants (pointing to her pants).  This is my pillow.  This is my pony.  This is my binkie. It goes in my mouth.  I don’t need it.  I talk.

Tommy:  Ok. Should we go wake up Mommy?

Tessa: Yes!  Wake up Mommy!

He picks her up and  walks to our room  as she continues to point out objects along the way and sets her on our bed.

Tessa:  (bouncing on the bed) Mommy, wake uuuup!  Mommy wake uuuuup! (she lays down on me).  That’s so nice!

Me:  Uggh.  snarl.  (put pillow over my head).

I guess Tessa didn’t get her morning chitty-chattiness from me.