First on the activity schedule, the neighborhood had their annual Pumpkin Patch Fall Frenzy. This was the second time in the five years we have lived here that we have made it. The first time we went, we were just a little less than impressed as The Girl came home with an oddly shaped gourd from the "Pumpkin Patch". We did the only thing you can do with something that small; we got out a ball point pen and drew a face on the poor thing. Needless to say, from that point on, we haven't really made room on the calendar for this event in the years that followed. For some reason, this year, I thought we would extend some grace and try it again. I think it's safe to say that they have made some improvements:
Yes, we brought that monster home. Hubby says he'll have to take a shower after cleaning that big guy out. I think we are going to be getting some of these to make the task a bit easier. The Girl kept exclaiming to everyone that she got the, "King of the Pumpkin Patch". I can't say I disagree. The pumpkin is indeed a beast.
Hubby kept giving me a hard time because I made him pull the wagon to the patch. Of course, the kids wanted to ride in it. He kept saying, "Aren't our kids a bit too big for this thing?" I thought they fit just fine shoved into their wagon.
It was really just their feet and legs that didn't fit. See how happy they are riding along though?
Plus, I think he thought I was a GENIUS when it came time to walk home.
That's what I call thinking ahead, people.
(Good grief! Look at that beast practically taking up the whole wagon!)
Besides picking out the "King of the Patch" we also got to play in the jump houses, run through a Fun Bus (a bus that has been converted so it has gym mats, toys, and a slide that comes off the back), and also a hayride through the hay fields. OK, there are no hayfields in the 'burbs, but we rode a wagon pulled by two donkeys through the pool parking lot. Hey, they did two laps around that lot. It resembled a hay ride so closely, it was difficult not to confuse the two. The kids were happy though:
The second half of our day consisted of the four of us, plus the cousins and fam, going Geocaching. This was the first time for our kids to try this treasure hunt type activity out, and they loved it. We just hunted for a few in our local town. I think that Hubby may have had even more fun than the kids since he got to play with a new GPS device.
Here's The Little Man heading down the trail, off to find some treasure:
The whole crew following a beaten down path through some tall grass that led to our first hidden box:
The Girl happily stopping her search for a picture:
(That is NOT a forced smile...in case you are wondering)
We found it!
Off to find more loot:
(Note my hubby and his GPS)
We, unfortunately, could not find one of the geocaches. I'll admit, it left a bad taste in my mouth to have to walk away beaten, but I'll move on. The Girl, however, may be scarred for life over the fact that we didn't stop for ice cream on the way home. Somehow, she got it into her head that everyone stops for ice cream after Geocaching. Later, she did say that she absolutely hates Treasure Hunting because she was unable to eat ice cream afterwards, and that ice cream afterwards is the ONLY thing that would make her like Treasure Hunting.
So to say she lost her cool a little bit afterwards is a slight understatement.
Also, the drama involved was enough to win some sort of award.
Thankfully, we all had such a good time it really didn't ruin the day for anyone else, and ice cream or no ice cream, I still enjoyed the hunt.
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