The Pumpkin Patch
October 16 2008 10:40 PM
Friday morning at about 11:00, I took Jessie outside to go potty. Instead of using the front steps, I went down the side of the house where we have a little garden area with a large flat rock as a step and then down to the grass. I went to the side, because it was sunny on that side of the house, and if it was too cold outside, or the grass was too wet, Jessie wouldn’t go potty, she’d just sit on my feet because she was so cold. So, onto the sunny side of the house. As I stepped onto the rock, I must have twisted my foot just enough to cause me to step wrong. I saw a flash of light before I landed on the grass in agony. I sprained my right ankle. I was so glad that there was no one outside to see my humiliating fall to the ground, but as the same time, I was having a difficult time getting up and wished someone were outside to help me. Jessie must have thought it would help if she licked my face because she did repeatedly. I was finally able to get up and limp/hop into the house where I sat on the couch and called Matt. He didn’t answer his phone so I left him what must have sounded like a pretty pathetic message. He called back and asked if I’d like him to come home for his lunch hour, which of course, I did. So he came home and took care of lunch for the kids, got me some ice and ibuprofen for my ankle and then he had to leave again. What, you might ask, does this have to do with a pumpkin patch? We’ll we’d gone to one the night before, only to discover that it was closed, so we promised the kids that we’d go the next night. It wasn’t their fault that their mom can be a klutz. So, when Matt got home that evening, we loaded up in the car to head to Springville to go to Jaker’s pumpkin patch. We really had a good time. The kids had fun roaming up and down the rows and rows trying to find the perfect pumpkin just for them. 
I carried Jessie and limped/hopped from row to row trying not to tweak my ankle at all.
There was also a hay bale maze for the kids, but I don’t think that any of them really got it. They just jumped on top of the bales and then jumped from one wall to another. Michael ran around in the maze a little bit and would laugh and squeal at a grandpa there that was playing with his grandkids.
There was also a big pile of hay bales to climb on. Collin and Annie liked that best.
So, despite the sprained ankle, we had a lot of fun together as a family on a chili autumn evening picking out pumpkins that we can later carve into scary or silly faces to amuse trick-or-treater on Halloween.
I carried Jessie and limped/hopped from row to row trying not to tweak my ankle at all.
There was also a hay bale maze for the kids, but I don’t think that any of them really got it. They just jumped on top of the bales and then jumped from one wall to another. Michael ran around in the maze a little bit and would laugh and squeal at a grandpa there that was playing with his grandkids.
There was also a big pile of hay bales to climb on. Collin and Annie liked that best.
So, despite the sprained ankle, we had a lot of fun together as a family on a chili autumn evening picking out pumpkins that we can later carve into scary or silly faces to amuse trick-or-treater on Halloween.
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