It was one of those days where the sky precipitates and liquid falls from the sky. Most people laugh and say that Washington "always has rain."
Anyway, it was raining--just water; nothing sticky like apple juice or anything. It was that comforting, smiley rain--the stuff that made
my dad tell people that I must be some fraction duck. He thought my feet may as well be webbed with the way I gushed over rain.
On this particularly rainy day we were babysitting and considering a trip to the pumpkin patch. We hadn't been to one yet this year, and it seemed like the thing to do. However, it was raining, which was cause for hesitation. (Not on my part, mind you.) We decided to take the matter to the kids and see if the rain made a difference to them. Being the good little Washington people they were born to be, they were all enthusiastic about going to the pumpkin patch--despite the rain. (They are makin' this auntie proud!) As we drove the hour to the pumpkin patch, not only did a child throw up and several children ask "how much longer?", but it also began to rain even
harder. No big deal; at least we'd get the pumpkin patch to our Washingtonselves, right?...
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| Mmmmm...puddles. |
WRONG. Apparently every other Washington die-hard thought the same thing about the same pumpkin patch. So it was a little busy...and wet...and even windy. Everyone got soaked and freezing cold, but we had a good time together! And we were just as glad to get back in the warm car, return home, and put dry clothes on.
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| I love that these kids grow up puddle stomping. What a good childhood. |
Meanwhile, in the barn, several animals were staying dry(-ish) in the hay and waiting to be pet. They got lots of attention from our group of 9 wilds.
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| This goat was so chill about the chicken scratching for bugs on his back. |
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Ashnah: MOUSE!
Me: (laughs and does not correct said 3 year old.)
That is one big, frightening mouse! |
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| PIGS! *heart, heart, heart* |
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| Donkeys are so cute! |
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| I need a wagon like this to fit all my nieces/nephews! (different sorts of "pumpkins") |
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| His smile is so sweet! |
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| Children in prison?...... |
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...Or Grandma's goods?
I want a shopping cart like this when I go to Costco! |
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| Mordecai's face! I would love to have real snowmen in my yard right now. |
That same weekend, in an attempt to have some special fun and spend quality time with the kids, we made some caramel apple bites and rice crispy treats, tempting the little rascals with sweet treats.
(On a side note: one day Mordecai was obsessed with keeping the fire burning nicely. He pulled up the rocker to sit and watch that it did as he wanted. Occasionally he got up to poke at is and blow the coals with the bellows. So cute. It was like watching a little, old man!)
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| Getting bored with a long caramel process. |
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| If you think Titus' face is cute, just wait 'til you hear his voice!!! |
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| Our fall, candy corn rice themed crispy treats. |
Anyway, it was raining--just water; nothing sticky like apple juice or anything. It was that comforting, smiley rain--the stuff that made my dad tell people that I must be some fraction duck. He thought my feet may as well be webbed with the way I gushed over rain.
On this particularly rainy day we were babysitting and considering a trip to the pumpkin patch. We hadn't been to one yet this year, and it seemed like the thing to do. However, it was raining, which was cause for hesitation. (Not on my part, mind you.) We decided to take the matter to the kids and see if the rain made a difference to them. Being the good little Washington people they were born to be, they were all enthusiastic about going to the pumpkin patch--despite the rain. (They are makin' this auntie proud!) As we drove the hour to the pumpkin patch, not only did a child throw up and several children ask "how much longer?", but it also began to rain even harder. No big deal; at least we'd get the pumpkin patch to our Washingtonselves, right?...
(On a side note: one day Mordecai was obsessed with keeping the fire burning nicely. He pulled up the rocker to sit and watch that it did as he wanted. Occasionally he got up to poke at is and blow the coals with the bellows. So cute. It was like watching a little, old man!)
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