Random Catchup

Y’all know how I try not to do these ‘all-in-one posts’, right?

Cuz usually they end up getting waaay too long and ultimately that equals boring…

So if I promise to throw a bunch of pictures in and let them tell the stories, would that be easier?  Let’s just say that the past week has been interesting…

So the rest of the story on that pumpkin patch thing:

The kids had a blast.  They had the prerequisite little animals to feed (for a nominal fee, of course).

And a huge slide (for another nominal fee, of course) – which Itty Bit took turns displaying how many ways he could obey the “feet first” rule:

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The adults were considerably more expressive about the experience:

(cue Sound Of Music themesong)

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And for another nominal fee… you could hike a cup full of feed up a pulley to the goat treehouse.

Which is considerably more impressive if you realize how much zoom I’d used:

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So off we went on the tractor ride to go look at the pumpkin graveyard.  No rotting pumpkins worth buying, but do you think this kid cared?

Even May-May wasn’t overly impressed with the selection.  She’s got a real poker face, eh?

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Then off to see the poor reindeer.  Look how concerned the kids are:

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Then we all enjoyed Itty Bit’s epic meltdown as it was time to leave the reindeer.

Oh, it got better:

(Mr. Daddy’s response?  “Which way to Mecca?”) 

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He cheered up at being chosen strongest-person-to-pull-the-wagon.  May-May looks a little concerned here…

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And just because I love her and she’s the most beautiful grandma on the planet… here’s my mom.

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Remember, we walked out of there with nary a pumpkin to carve.  Never mind… we’ll have some fun at the church Trunk or Treat…

See, it started out okay – trying to keep the kiddos happy for a picture.  See my little fisherman?  Yes, apparently he’s a Scottish fisherman – I am oblivious to your mockery.  I even raided Mr. Daddy’s tackle box for the ultimate bait.

Uh-oh… he’s starting to swing that around.  Can’t be good.

 

Did I call it or what?  Yes, Little Jo got whacked with a rubber worm.  You would not believe the hysterics.  Which are totally unfathomable considering her penchant for creepy crawlies…

Don’t you just love Itty Bit’s look of glee, and Cousin A’s dramatic expression?

And here my friends, is the ULTIMATE champion of how to take a terrible group picture: First, we have an injured party covering her face, two random hands from the sides of the photo, one very amusing “Rocky Balboa” impression, one perpetrator refusing to smile for his mugshot, and the final insult is the cutie with her eyes completely shut.

There ya have it…

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And in case you wondered… YES – it was a terrible idea to include anything that could be conceivably used as a weapon as part of a 3-year old’s costume.

I was completely mortified to find my wayward toddler standing behind a woman dressed as a hooker… repeately poking her in the butt with the fishing pole.  And what was totally wild about it, was that she stood there talking with a guy acting like it was totally normal.

And I’m not gonna tell you what Mr. Daddy said about that…