So, I guess after you do something two years in a row, it officially becomes a “tradition”? It feels like it, anyway. The past couple of years, I’ve taken Catie to this great local farm here. (Last year, I didn’t bring Lucy because she was too little to enjoy it.)
I was thinking that we were going to miss the farm this year because we hadn’t done it yet, and I don’t even know if they’re open after Halloween, and the forecast this weekend looked sketchy at best. (Oh, hi, Hurricane Sandy! Thanks for going a little farther north than us.)
As it turned out, on Saturday afternoon, it was overcast and windy, but there wasn’t any rain, so my mom came over and suggested we take the girls to the farm. I was supposed to meet up with one of my friends and her daughter for a playdate, so I called and asked her if she wanted to go to the farm instead of her house. I think she was relieved to not have to host a playdate at her house, because she jumped on the idea immediately.
Catie impresses me every time she decides that she’s going to “be brave” and try something new. This year, I didn’t have to coax her to climb on the hay bales. She was all over them, and climbed as high as she could go.
She stood up there with the wind whipping all around her and shouted that she was queen of the world. It was a very Titanic kind of moment.
She also posed with her friend Morgan for me.
Is it possible to get a photo of 5 year-olds where they aren’t giving you fake smiles? I’m highly doubtful.
I plopped Lucy about halfway up on the hay bale stack, and she loved it. (I wasn’t too worried about her falling off, because I was within arm’s reach of her, and also there are several inches of hay-padding on the ground.)
(Note the mud on her pants & shoe. If there is a mud puddle anywhere within a mile radius, Lucy will find it and fall in it. I cleaned her up the best I could, then figured the hell with it, she was fine and her clothes were all washable. She didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.)
The pony ride is always Catie’s favorite part of the farm, and this year we thought Lucy might like her first pony ride too. My mom walked beside her to make sure she didn’t fall off, and she LOVED it.
Another thing she and her big sister have in common, clearly.
After a couple of hours, the kids were worn out. We stopped at the pumpkin patch to get a pumpkin before we left. I tried to get a picture of the three girls (Catie, Lucy, and Catie’s friend Morgan) next to the pumpkin measuring chart, and this is how the majority of my pictures turned out.
I finally got this one.
Fine. That’s as good as it’s going to get.
Oh, about that pumpkin? Here’s my lazy mom shortcut tip: don’t carve the pumpkin. Just draw on a jack-o-lantern face with a Sharpie. It takes 2 minutes and you’re done. Plus, no mess. WIN.
Overall it was a really fun day. I’m grateful the rain held off until later so we were able to enjoy the farm this year.
Yay for farms. Looks like fun!!
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Sharpies are awesome, but when they’re bigger you might even make it your family tradition just to paint the pumpkins! Slicing into them is just so hard, and I’m not even sure they appreciate this mythological joy. I’m pretty sure mine gets more happiness from a lighted pumpkin decoration we always put out. There, I said it. Unless you just can’t be happy without homemade pumpkin seeds, I say never cut into one of those beasts.