We had apple cider and apple cider donuts and explored all the pumpkins and gourds (have I mentioned Wilson loooooves pumpkins? Our house is filled with decorative pumpkins for his enjoyment).
Evelyn wasn't content in the baby sling (= meltdown); she wanted me to physically hold her the whole time. My arms got so tired. So tired. Thank goodness this was a play date, because it just wouldn't have been possible for me to take care of Wilson in this wonderland with Evelyn in tow.
When we left Wilson went into immediate meltdown. He was spent. And guess what? He went down for a nap fo the first time in I-don't-remember-how-long without a fight. At all. The downside? He couldn't wake up. He slept from 3 p.m. to 5 a.m. In the morning he kept telling daddy, "I feel better now!" He must have really needed the sleep after all those days of refusing naps. It's tough to be a toddler. Even tougher to be a toddler's mom.



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