This fall has been the season that shall forever be remembered as Ick Nast. We've had every single bug around and it's disgusting. In October, I got the flu that knocked me on my butt for a whopping 6 days with a fever hovering around 104. It was truly awful. Days after that, Dutch came down with croup. That, too, was awful and for varying reasons.
Mostly, because on that same day, I had *promised* Clementine that I would go on her first Kindergarten field trip with her class. Then, that morning, Dutch woke up gasping for breath. Mommy was no longer a field trip chaperone, but a freaked out, doctor calling machine.
Clem bravely headed out on her field trip with other moms and dads in tow. She minded not a single bit that I wasn't attending. But I did. And my heart hurt.
We were able to get Dutch assessed and treated with time to spare, so we darted toward the pumpkin patch as soon as we could, thinking there'd be PLENTY of chaperoning left to do!
We got there and scoured over the place for our girl in orange. We looked and looked and looked. After about a half an hour, we found her...lining up with her class to board the school bus back to Kindergarten. Womp womp.
I snapped a quick few pics and off they went. She had a great time with her friends on her first pumpkin patch. Dutch was healthy as can be. Those two things were all that mattered.