ETA: (THANK YOU for the recipe ideas in the comments of my last post-- can't wait to cook up something spooky for Harry's class breakfast (that I have to miss because I teach in the morning. ugh).
On Saturday, we met Amy and her adorable family at a pumpkin patch in the middle of nowhere and had so much fun! I would have updated my blog sooner, but I have been face down in the best apple pie I have ever eaten (from the pumpkin patch in the middle of nowhere) pretty much ever since. It has sugar cookie topping, this pie, and crust that tastes like monkey bread. OMG. NOM NOM NOM.
We brought the Unabomber with us.
And his brother, who is clearly much less sulky.
Dude! You guys! On the hayride? Some guy was SMOKING. And no one seemed to care. And at the gift shop? Ben bought 2 different kinds of smoked meat. I freaking love Wisconsin.
Also? These shoes? Are fur lined. Making them the worst choice ever for the rocky dustbowl that was the pumpkin patch. I had to VACCUUM them when I got home. On the insides. Dreamy.
While Amy plopped her 3 photogenic and obedient children in pile of pumpkins for pictures, my kids sat on the edge of the pumpkin pit and beat the crap put of each other. I should have intervened, but instead, I took pictures.
They started out okay, but kind of handsy.
They cooled off and looked contemplative for awhile
Then we hit up the make-your-own apple buffet (except for Jack-- he went with Ben to the meat shop and got a ghost cookie the size of his head which he licked all over and taunted the other kids with. Nice.
It was a delightful afternoon-- I love it when my kids have fun doing kid stuff and I get to simultaneously have fun with grown ups.
Today, Harry started his drama class. Where he asked the teacher if it was time to leave yet because he was bored. Awesome. And Jack and I started our yoga class. This kid. He is always 2 knuckles deep.