Yesterday, I woke up with a million things to do, but told myself one way or another I would take my kids to the pumpkin patch. Rain or shine (which, at my house, really means dishes done or not), we would go. So, we went. And I'm so glad. They had so much fun. Gavin and London are here staying again while their mama works hard driving truck in beet harvest. By "working hard," I mean "enjoying four different audiobooks a day in the peace and uninterrupted quiet of a farm truck instead of wrangling children." I'm on to you, Jen. If I wasn't nursing this baby, I'd be driving truck, too. We know who really works hard in harvest--grandmas! In any case, my kids are thrilled to have them around. I'm glad, especially that London and Jonah have gotten to be such good friends, and that he is no longer "that baby. Don't hug him."
I had never been to Swore Farms before, and it's charming. They have a great little corn maze you can hit before the wagon ride out to the patch. This maze is just long enough that the kids start complaining, "When are we ever going to get out of here?" but only just near the end. Perfect. My little bear seemed fascinated to look up through the leaves into the sunshine. Also, random farm facts and questions are posted through the maze, from which we learned that cows produce 200 pounds of "flatus" a day. I dare you to look up the definition of flatus*, and then let me know if you laughed at this fact as hard as my kids did.
I would post a funny photo of my mom trying to drag in the absolute largest pumpkin from the patch, but she would probably refuse to ever babysit my kids again as retribution. Almost worth it, but not quite. It took three of us to get it into the pumpkin wagon, and then the pumpkin weighing girl at the front gate just plopped it on her scale like it was nothing. "I handle pumpkins twice this big every day," she said. We felt silly. I swear it was a humongous pumpkin.
*flatus: cow farts and burps
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