festivus

last saturday, the kids and i drove out to the butte for pyrah's fall harvest festival.  (ok, so not festivus!)  it was a balmy, late summer day, pushing 65 degrees, with blinding sun at times.  (and here, i packed our down vests and hoodies!)  there was plenty of activities for the kids; it's just too bad that every line was 15-20 minutes long.  the hay ride (which i was most excited about) was a 40 minute wait, and did i mention the entrance wait was 15 minutes?  dylan was close to meltdown by the time we got our hands stamped.  thank goodness i always pack snacks.  i never go anywhere without my distraction yummies!  but even so, the kiddos enjoyed themselves.    

i have to add, this shirt was his uncle matt's. 

ca. 1979

 sad, green pumpkins

there was a burlap maze with hay bales for climbing and loose hay for throwing at the center of the maze.  we spent a while there playing and laughing, but mostly shaking out our clothes, thanks to jackie b.  he had a blast in the middle of the maze, but not so much trying to get there.  i think his tears were more frustration.  yeah, that's it.

 dylan on her way

 we made it!

 weady!

 set!

 GOTCHA!

after the maze, we grabbed some $20 boy scout caramel corn (again, because the line for the food was ridiculous!) and made our way out to the vegetables.  i really can't get over how beautiful of a day it was. the kids ran up and down the rows, took turns (and helped each other) push the stroller and even posed for a sweet picture together.  these are the easy days as a mother.

 caramel corn!

bottom line: they love each other.

 i adore her hazel eyes

 "thumper eats dose, wight mama?"

on our way back, we stopped in the leaf, what, enclosure - a constructed box of hay bales full of fall leaves for jumping in, throwing and getting buried.  i tried to convince jb to let me bury him, but naturally, he wanted nothing to do it.  not when, he could throw somethings (leaves) at his sister and not get reprimanded.  and duey, she's always such a good sport.

an enclosure of grain.  not quite as appealing.  

but jack called this squa-wishy on my stinky feet

 take picture of ME!