Belated Update on our Pumpkin Patch Visit...

OK, here it goes. I am a BAD blogger, I am a BAD blogger, I am a BAD blogger. I promise to punish myself more later, (wait I have about 6 loads of laundry waiting for me, that should be sufficient punishment, don't you think?)

After our unsuccessful attempt to visit Stoney Ridge last time we finally got our turn. Thinking that crowds should be significantly less on a weekday versus a Saturday we headed there on Friday morning. What a surprise when we pulled up only to fight our way through at least a half a dozen school buses, some Mom's groups and other organized people that were at the Patch on a weekday. What were they thinking?

The weather was perfect, not too sunny, not too bright, just right for taking pictures.

Grace had a fun time petting and feeding the animals. Even though it was pretty crowded she had one of the kids working the pens take out a bunny to let her pet it. Unfortunately Daddy was a little slow on the trigger so we didn't get a picture of that.

Evidently the talk we had before heading out took root. Because at every junction where there was a photo op Grace would willingly stand and pose for us. Whether it was by a display of baby pumpkins, out in the pumpkin patch, at a silly cutout where you put your face through, the pumpkin tree, truck or the bicycle, she was ready willing and able. So we have quite a few photos that turned out nice this year. What a change from trying to escape and flee the scene when she was smaller.

When we hit the patch she headed straight for the field of tiny pumpkins that the farm had prepped for the school kids visits. No messing around with the vines and having to tromp through he muddy field. Miss Grace knew exactly which pumpkin she wanted and headed straight for it...this one was it!

We even took time to stop in for some cider donuts, an apple pull-apart, apple cider, coffee, chocolate milk, Apple & Pumpkin Pie with Ice-cream and whipped cream. YUMMY!

I think we may have to check them out at Christmas time for a tree. Their flyer advertises a live nativity scene including "Moses" the camel. Would they need a permit to keep a camel, I wonder?

Weekend Report

Well, where do I start?

Last weekend we ended up down at the river trying to catch some fish. MArtin's friend Jim came over with his son Kirby and a friend. We all trekked down the path to the Nooksack hoping for some dinner. Unfortunatly the only one who caught anything was me, on the first cast no doubt. It was feisty and after having instructions shouted at me on how to pull it in, then put it back into the water so it wouldn't die, not to hold the rod but the line, etc. I sweetly asked my husband to take a photo. So he did, and a good thing too, since the darn fish thrashed so hard it snapped the line and took the lucky lure with it into the river. So that's all we have, a photo, no fish for dinner....

I spent the weekend at an overnight crop with some girls from the store. It was a blast. I got way more done than I thought and even won the grand prize to boot. Well, technically my Survivor tribe won the contest and then Cheryl, the organizer, drew my name for the grand prize. Thanks girls you rock.

Then today I finally managed to finagle husband and step-son into a family outing to the pumpkin patch. Except when we got there the sign said CLOSED! What's up with that? We weren't the only ones that had to turn around and head back home...strange!

So instead we spent the day going out to the Rusty Wagon for breakfast, napping, mowing some lawn, washing trucks, scrapping and watching lots and lots of football.