We made up for the soggy Friday’s change of plans on Saturday, and hit the orchards and pumpkin patches in the sunshine. We had to dodge a few mud puddles, but we still managed to haul in twenty pounds of apples and the most perfect pumpkin ever. I see carving in our near future.
E’s grandparents came in for the weekend to see her play soccer and attend a grandparents coffee at her school Monday morning. She threw a little violin into the mix, so we pretty much just celebrated E all weekend. And the baby slept her way through most of the festivities and a second go ’round on the chocolate cake.
M’s parents treated us to dinner and tickets to see Phantom of the Opera here in town on Saturday, so we left all of those unaccustomed to staying up past seven o’clock in the evening at home with Grandma and pretended like we could stay up past ten o’clock. Dinner was fantastic, and the show was great as well. M had never seen it – and I saw it seventeen years ago at the ripe old age of seventeen when I was in London – and just thinking back to that time was a real trip. (An age where I found it much easier to stay up late!)