October 17, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
Last night we headed to the local farm-that-gives-hayrides-and-has-pumpkins for a hayride (NO! REALLY!). Bugaboo, of course, was very excited. Mommy had the BRIGHT! IDEA! to get dinner before our 7pm arrival time (we were going as a group to celebrate my sister’s anniversary. Because it’s fun.) and so we ventured there an hour ahead of time to get a bite to eat, walk around and look at various farm animals and perhaps play on the play equipment there. It really is a super good time for kids, though it can be a bit of a freak show for kids like Bugaboo.
Luckily, Bugaboo’s class went a few days ago, as they do every year, so he was ready.
I showed him the farm’s website (ah, technology!) and a picture of the hay wagon and said, “HEY! (pun intended) Wanna go for a hayride?” Bugaboo was giddy with excitement. So we went, ordered some food and he immediately began to gesture towards the wagons. And we sat down to eat and he pulled us towards the wagons. And then we tried to walk around (forty-five minutes early at this point!) and he pulled us towards the wagons.
Eventually we just sat near the hay wagons until it was our turn to ride. For forty-five minutes. And naturally, he had to pee RIGHT WHEN THE WAGON SHOWED UP. This is my life, folks. Next time? We take him to pee BEFORE THE WAGON (oh wait, we did, he didn’t go) and I tell him we’re going out to dinner and there will be a hay wagon there. Silly Mommy.
A good time was had by all. Campfire after, marshmallows and s’mores, apple cider, apple cider donuts. No, I’m not making it up. It was super dee duper. Even the part where 40 adults couldn’t keep an eye on him and he scaled the fence into the playground. That sure is fun, losing Bugaboo when it’s about fifty degrees, getting cooler, supposed to rain and PITCH DARK. Yep. I’m an awesome parent.
Anyways, one of the best parts of the trip were the pumpkins. They have a pumpkin land to buy farm fresh pumpkins. Every size and shape you could imagine. And pumpkin carvers! And they carve things like:
And the rest of the Forever 27 Club (Janis Joplin, Mr. Hendrix, ‘scuse me while I kiss this guy – yes, I know what the real lyrics are. Shut it.). I just can’t make this shiz up, folks. It’s too good in real life.
But the best one of the night? Helter. Skelter.
But oddly, no swastika. I guess they thought that would be too offensive. O.o
But for your viewing pleasure, there were also giant, life-sized chickens. And nobody I was with got the joke. But I did. So. Anyways.
The thing was like thirteen feet high. Amazing.
Anyways, that was my fun this weekend. What did YOU do?