Brian and I have done some rearranging about 14 times in the last 3 months. The most recent one was to bring our desktop computer downstairs and keep it hooked up to the TV in the living room. It’s been interesting to attempt to get around on the computer now that the text is too far away to read well. Also, Brian somehow found and AMAZING deal on Windows 7, (which we don’t recommend the company that sold it… it took Brian 2 1/2 weeks, several phone calls (for which the customer service number is only found after an intensive search over the internet), and many emails, to in the end be able to download his purchase through (shhhh) tapping into someone else’s wifi. ANYWAY… this is the long explanation to say that all the pictures I’d uploaded to the computer in the last few weeks have been difficult to access for a number of reasons. Now that I’ve got them, I’ll try to do some catching-up.
In mid-October we made it to our usual farm for the pumpkin-patch/corn maze activities. Activities you will see include a duck race with old-fashioned water pumps, kids playing in the corn boxes, the tractor ride, and picking the pumpkins. It was an absolutely perfect fall day-warm enough to strip off the sweater in fact. This day was right in the middle of many days of rain however, so the ground was quite muddy. We carefully tromped around the pumpkin patch and were home clear… until Asher gleefully ran into the deepest, thickest mud bath a few short feet from the tractor. He was several feet into it, and up to his calves in mud before he lost his balance and fell onto his hands and knees. Brian was less than pleased, but I thought it was kind of funny (which is why it was then my job to deal with the muddy baby). Asher loves to shake things up for us.
The other adventure was doing the corn maze. Brennan absolutely hated it. Just panicked. Brian and I had to pretend we weren’t lost, even though we became quite so. I guess it was a difficult charade to keep up because we obviously weren’t exiting despite telling Brennan we were on our way out. He kept crying about how he wanted to get out, and unfortunately, we had no idea how. Clearly, we survived to tell… but it was a little more taxing than we’d bargained for. At least the rest of the day there was fun and wonderful!