Mia woke up at 7:30 this morning, and when I went to get her she demanded her father. So we went to curl back up in bed for a while. Mia grabbed some books and got Dada to read while I got to lie in bed just a while longer before running out for donuts. Hey, we're still celebrating last night's Tinkle Triumph. After breakfast, we headed out to the pumpkin patch. Ok, it wasn't really a pumpkin patch, but Mia thought it was so it counts. We piled a wagon with pumpkins between trips into the moon bounce, down the slide and over to pet the goats. (One of which blissfully peed on his own nose, nasty.)
We ran home for a quick lunch, and then headed out to the high school that is behind our house to finally show Mia the marching band she's been hearing for weeks. We watched a bit of high school football, danced in the bleachers when the dance team took the field and stared wide-eyed at the marching band and "kites" (color guard). Mia's favorite part, by far, was the lollipop I bought her at the snack bar.
We left after half time to have a very short nap and then spent the rest of the afternoon playing with pumpkins. Mia enjoyed pushing them in her doll stroller and showing them to the fish. Dinner, a quick run around the neighborhood, and we were all ready to collapse into bed, but only the two year old actually did.
I have brownies in the oven, ice cream in the freezer, mindless house flipping shows on the tv, a zonked out toddler and a husband who thought to bring me that ice cream just in case the brownies weren't enough.
One perfect day.