Less than 4 weeks to Go

So we are counting down the days until baby Caden gets here. Part of me wonders if Rylie has given up hope that he will ever come. She is funny though, I asked her yesterday if she had a boyfriend, and she said yes, Caden. Huh, not really true, but cute. She will also tell you what she is going to do when baby Caden comes, she is going to help give him a bath, because he will be dirty when he comes out of mommy's tummy. She is going to put soap on her hands then put the soap on him. Every week it is something new. The best was when she told me that when he comes out of my tummy we are going to have to put his head back on because it will pop off. Not sure where that came from. For a while she would tell you that baby Caden will pop out of mommy's tummy and fly up in the air, then fall on the floor, then fly up in the air, then fall on the floor. Guess this proves you don't remember anything about being born. We have also been talking about her being done with daycare for a while. When I asked if she was sure she wanted to stay home from daycare I was told yes, but she wanted to take her baby Caden into school to meet her friends. Maybe when she is older and doesn't like her brother I can bring up that before he was born he was HER baby Caden. Best of all she still remembers who is going to change all the dirty diapers...Dad!

Pumpkin Patch

We went to the pumpkin patch on Sunday. They had a lot of animals that you could pet. As Rylie was walking back from seeing the birds she feel into the dirt and started to cry because she was dirty. We then showed her the pig, who was very dirty and she stopped crying. She got to see some furry cows, some ponies, a very old horse, a couple donkeys and a potbelly pig. She liked the black pony...aka Black Beauty, but he would not come when she called. She thought the potbelly pig was pokey. She went on a hay ride. And she got to pick out her pumpkin after dad picked out her first pumpkin...she now says the big pumpkin that dad picked out his dad's pumpkin where as the little one she picked out is her pumpkin. I don't think dad has figured that one out yet. Oh and by the time we left Rylie found great joy in playing in the dirt. She has now said that she has to play in dirt because she is a horse and that is what horses like to do. I keep trying to remind her of the dirty pig and how pigs like to play in dirt not horses.