We’ve had a great weekend and it’s only Saturday! Friday, which we call Bambi’s every other Friday OFF woo-hoo fun day, the girls and I headed north-ish to Ellijay for apples and pumpkins. We just had the best time at Burt’s Pumpkin Patch. There is something that you need to know about me: I love pumpkins. LOVE. Like totem animal connection kind of love. Going to the pumpkin patch for me is spiritual. I love pumpkins… and my kids. Putting the two together has great meaning for me. I don’t expect them to love the pumpkins, not like I do, but I do love putting the two together.
We took a hay ride, sampled all the apple squeezin’s and tasted all the varieties of Winesaps and Fuji’s and Arkansas Blacks. We came home with a Camery trunk FULL of apples (three full bushels), two gallons of cider, 4 fried pies, and a plastic pumpkin sipper for the baby. We had a great time.
Here are the girls with Bambi on the hay ride. Saralyn thought it was the Greatest. Thing. Ever. She could stand and the world moved around her. Yippie! Eleanor likes the smell of the hay. No, that was me. Eleanor got most of it down in her pants and shoes and we seriously considered going through a car wash… with Elly on the hood. It’s not like Eleanor was rolling in it or throwing the hay. She just wiggles a lot. And that’s all it takes. The ride itself is better than your average tractor pull down the dusty lane. We went through the woods, across the fields, into the covered bridge, and past the pumpkin house.
The big pumpkins talk, but I bet you guessed that, and it’s as CORNY and you can imagine, but I REALLY loved it. Three sides of the house are lined with those real pumpkins. Wonderful.
Today we went to Lilburn Daze. It’s a nice old town, Lilburn. I love all the festivals and parades they have. I like watching Eleanor ride a pony, and Saralyn pet a chicken. There was this free program there today to get your kid an identification package, which we did, but it was creepy. They take fingerprints. They take photos like mug shots. They take dental impressions. I don’t want to think about EVER needing them. It cools my blood. Eleanor freaked out under the pressure of the dental impression. After all, it was the last step in this whole process. A blank bite plate gets warmed up in warm water and it softens up. The kids bites it and it hardens. Eleanor shoved her WHOLE HAND into her mouth just so she wouldn’t have to bite it. Eventually I got her to make a couple of bites. I felt like a torturer. But she survived, and got a sucker, which she licked a few times, and then promptly rubbed on a goat at the petting pens. YUCK.
When we came home, we made some apple cobbler. Bambi said it smelled like Christmas. Eleanor wanted to wear her pajamas for her nap, and she went to sleep about 4:30 and hasn’t awoken yet – It’s 9:15. I think she just knew she was going to sleep the night away. She really has been a super girl and I think it is really wearing her out. And me too. I’m exhausted having this much fun.