Pumpkin painting party

We got invited to a pumpkin painting party by a couple of friends who have a son a little over a year younger than Biscuit. They live about an hour and 15 minutes away, so we told Biscuit where we were going and that it would take a while to get there.

"Okay, Mom," he said. "I'm just going to sit back here and wait. I'm going to have patience."

He tickles me when he says such grown-up things. But he was true to his word. He looked for horses on the sides of the highway. We counted to 100. He asked Jeff to tell him about cars.

Of course, we've always been lucky with Biscuit in the car. It takes 2 1/2 hours to get to Mama's house, and it's rare that Biscuit ever complains. We've even driven 10 hours to get to Jeff's parents house, and we were 7 hours into the trip before Biscuit asked if he could watch a movie.

So today's 1-hour-and-15-minute-trip was not a big deal at all.

We knew three of the adults and two of the kids there today, but we met a handful of new people and kids. I always enjoy that.

The party was planned for the kids to paint pumpkins, but they only spent about 15 minutes painting. Then they were done. And of course, Biscuit went straight for the red paint. It's the only color he used.

It was a nice afternoon, and Biscuit enjoyed a nice nap on the way home.

Here are a few pictures:

I'll be really glad when this fake-smiling phase is over.

I asked Biscuit a question, and this is his thinking face, complete with the finger to his temple.

Painting his pumpkin.

Nap time came on the ride home.