Tales from the pumpkin patch

This afternoon I took my tired, teething baby to a church pumpkin patch for a quick photo session. I would have much rather spent the time sprawled out on the floor of her nursery while she chewed on the faces of her stuffed animals and crawled all over the place. Instead I felt compelled to squeeze in this seasonal photo. I intended for it to be quick as I did not want her skin exposed to the relentless midday Houston rays longer than five minutes. I did not intend for it to be miserable. We found a nice shaded patch and propped her up next to a sideways pumpkin about her size. My mom suggested I add another plump pumpkin to the shot. It took about as long for me to pick it up, haul it over and arrange it for her to realize that she did not want to have any part of this. I picked her up and tried to soothe her and kiss her tummy to make her giggle. The giggling was short-lived. You see, I kept trying to put her down amongst the hay bales and pumpkins to get the amazing photograph to start a long tradition of annuals photos with pumpkins and bluebonnets and whatever other prop one is supposed to photograph their child joyfully smiling amongst. The longer I tried, the more quickly she became upset at the prospect of being put down.

I suppose she figured out that if she remained calm in her mother’s arms I would foolishly try it again (and I would have) because she eventually reached for my mom and cried when I held her.ย That was it. I was done trying. By then I had wrangled a couple large pumpkins, so I hauled the wagon over and my mom generously paid for them. Maybe it was the prickly hay, maybe it was the lack of sleep or the emerging teeth or the heat. Or maybe Leila would have rather chewed on the faces of her stuffed animals and crawled all over the place. Whatever the case she seemed to have forgiven me by the time we got home. After a bit of milk and playing I tried for another photo. It was not in a patch, but everyone was happy.

2 thoughts on “Tales from the pumpkin patch

  1. Allison

    Oh man, I totally feel ya. Have you been listening to the read along podcasts for Daring Greatly? Brene was just talking about holiday…stuff, and how it’s so hard not to buy into all the beautiful images. I think having the perfect pictures are such a part of that ideal image we have in our minds of how things should be! I have a love/hate relationship with instagram for that reason. Anyway, you got some cute photos (both at the patch and at your house), and now you have a story to go along with it ๐Ÿ™‚ Hope you guys had a happy Halloween!

    1. Saba Post author

      I haven’t been listening to the podcasts, but there was a quiet whisper of “less perfect is more fun” that prompted me to snap the crying photos and finally call it a day. I was tempted to give the pumpkin patch another go, but then I realized that these photos were the real story and I’d love them more because in the long run they’re a much more well rounded perspective of babyhood. ๐Ÿ™‚


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