They have fall festival weekends with all kinds of stuff going on, which we've never gone to before because they don't charge during the week and we are
This was a giant moonbounce-thing that was a tunnel, the girls went through together and when I walked around to where they came out I almost died. It looked like a giant penis. Then again, truthfully, almost everything looks like a penis to me - unless it looks like boobs.
Pony rides. Mooch smiled sweetly and talked to her pony and asked When can I have one of my own? Butterbean whooped and yelled, Take off, Fleabag!
Chicken hatchery. Yes, my 2 year old has a feather extension in her hair. IT WAS FOR CHARITY.
Mister and Butterbean on the hayride. His looks are the only thing that save him from getting beat to death with a frying pan sometimes, I swear.
Self portrait, me and my first baby
Wild girls in the hay maze
Mooch with the goats. I ask her to pose and this is what she does. I love this child.
Corn maze. We had Butterbean yelling "Malachi!" and the Mister and I were cracking up as we fed her more lines from Children of The Corn for our own amusement, and no one was laughing other than us. It was like we were in an alternate universe where prompting your child to sound like a murderous zombie wasn't funny.
And then we turned a corner and there stood BEYONCE. Don't know what I'm talking about? Here.
I did not pick the persimmons, but I wanted to.
We were all exhausted. We ended up doing the hayrides and pony rides twice, and spent 3 1/2 hours at the farm. And the kicker that during this fall festival day, it was in the 80's and gorgeously sunny all day. I love the mid-Atlantic.