When it becomes a challenge to step around a few little pumpkins

It became apparent that the birthday boy needed a nap really bad. Plus, we knew it was time to go anyway. As for me, I suppose I really should have stayed home and not come at all. I am nowhere near recovered from my minor injuries. I doubt I slept more than 15 or 20 minutes straight even last night, the eighth night since I suffered my groin injury. Too much pain, that's why. I could not get comfortable, not even in my own bed. I took a good dose of legal, over-the-counter, drugs, too, but it didn't seem to help at all.

Still, I figured I could handle following the boys around at a fall festival looking for pumpkins. But I didn't quite grasp how difficult and injury–aggravating it would be to do simple things like step around pumpkins and reach inside a lurching cart driven by a wild two-year-old and his three-year-old brother to try to shut it down. So now I am hurting even more than I was when I boarded the plane in Nuiqsut to come home.

Yet, I'm still glad I followed the boys to the fall festival because if I had not, I would've missed it all. I don't like to miss things that I should be at. I should definitely be at my grandson's second birthday celebration.

Jobe decides to come with us after all

Finally, we decided to leave Jobe behind at the bouncing pad. That was when he decided to come.

Two boys who did not want to leave the bouncing pad

When their seven minutes were up, Jobe and Lynx did not want to go. In fact, they refused to go. Lynx got too close to the edge and his dad snatched him up. Jobe planted himself in the middle and would not budge. 

They had a blast

Now, what could possibly turn these happy faces sad?

A springy place for a birthday boy and his two older brothers to run and bounce

This was the highlight of the festival for the boys. A big air mattress to bounce on.