Pumpkin Patch Blues

Before we left Dallas, we wanted to stop at the Pumpkin Patch, where Ava had so much fun last year.


But for some strange reason, neither of our kids were too excited about it. The Redd's kids, on the other hand, had a blast!


But Luke didn't even want to get down, which is really unusual. Anytime we'd try to get him in a picture with the pumpkins, he would cry.


After her first failed attempt at the inflatable obstacle course ended in hysterical crying, Ava summoned the courage to try again,



this time with a happy ending, though generally speaking she was just in a bad mood.

I had been looking forward to getting some good fall pictures with the kids in the pumpkins, but it was not meant to be.

My camera battery died on the first photo I attempted in the actual "patch". And then I was in a bad mood. So we threw in the towel and left.

Since we've been home, Luke has not yet returned to his easy going ways. He seems fussy and irritable, not sleeping or eating well. I broke down and took him to the doctor even though he didn't have many acute symptoms.

She didn't have much insight, thinking that perhaps he is still getting over the allergy attack, but did discover that the ant-bite-turned-huge-blisters on his hands are actually infected and prescribed antibiotics as well as a couple of epi-pens. She thinks that because of the severity of his reaction this time, it would only take a couple of bites to induce the same type of reaction next time. And she also referred us to an allergist so we can look into what else out there might be a hazard for him.


Hopefully with time, his body will fully recover from this allergic reaction so he can get back to his sweet self. I miss him.