Sunday, September 29, 2013

Weather depending.

Summer is officially over now, and WEATHER has started. When we lived in Calgary, there were maybe three days in which we didn't leave the house. But our house in Calgary was tiny and you HAD to leave it or lose you mind. Our house here has more options for indoor roaming.

BUT. So I promised myself I'd try to leave the house every day, even just for half an hour. And then the very next day, it rained. Eleanor didn't mind.

We went to the park and she collected water droplets off of the railings.

She also tripped in her boots, and slid along the sidewalk for a bit on her face.

She minded that part.

The next day, IT WAS STILL RAINING. I needed, I don't know, bread, so we walked to the Shoppers, and usually, walking anywhere with Eleanor is a total headache because she's like, Oh look, a rock! A flower! An ant! That rock I was looking at a second ago! But that day she was all *stride, stride,  stride* Behold, puddles ahead that I must stride through!

Every puddle. Little puddles.

Comically large puddles.

She just...she loves it.

Today dawned bright and clear, so we went to the Pumpkin Festival at a local farm. They made us pay $10 for parking, and I would have gladly spent $10 on a pumpkin and maybe some pumpkin-based eats and/or activities AND have been less put out about the whole thing, but paying for parking made us miserly. No pumpkin bread or catapulting for us. BUT they had a handful of free activities, like a tiny hay maze.

And the big one. Eleanor kept tearing on ahead and then being like, ARE YOU GUYS COMING OR WHAT.

Then we doodled over to the pumpkin patch and Eleanor was not down with all the dead vines crunching underfoot. We wandered about three pumpkins deep and then she was like, No thank you, vines? So we wandered along the periphery

and stopped to pet a pumpkin

and hug a pumpkin

and sit on a pumpkin.

But every time she stepped on a vine she'd be like, NOPE. And head back to the dirt.

It's supposed to rain again tomorrow. I'm trying to lure a friend over to my house so I don't feel so badly if we just stay inside all day. Eleanor loves visitors.

1 comment:

Reading Rambo said...