halloween overload...

Here are some pictures from when the kids and I went to "the" pumpkin patch... it was an event I tell ya. More on that later...

A little hay tunnel... the smell had me far from running after R. It was wet hay... which with animal smells does no one good. I am just sayin'. All you people who LOVE farms and all that that entails... they are all yours.
This place has a corn "pile" instead of a sand pile. It is pretty sweet. Millions of kernels of corn. It is like a sea or corn... pretty fun. R was not too sure about it, but warmed up to the idea after a couple min.
Corn filled the bottom of the play structure as well. Something soft to land on. Big hit I tell ya.

They have this small little maze for the kids... and no one is suppose to run or step on top of the hay. Who's child is that disregarding all rules? Not my son, never.

Devilish little smile from R, and H too interested in all the pumpkins to his right to pay attention to my yells to "LOOK OVER HERE!". At least they were in the same frame.

*So this "event" I was talking about earlier in this post had to do with my 5 year old.

The heaven's looked as if they were about to open up and pour down on us... so I called his name {he was on top of play structure} told him we had ten min. 12 min pass, I tell him we have to go {it would benefit you to imagine me persuading this 5 year old to leave the play-yard and get to the car while my 2.5 year old is hurtling the hay to touch the animals... not smart when animals are hungry. Just trying to help you imagine my situation, not mentioning that I am 6 months pregnant.} He then asks for 1 more min. I oblige, only to help rescue my daughter from not giving her fingers as food to the animals. I ran, not too often will you see me running while pregnant. It hurts. After. After retrieving my R, I take H's shoes over to him tell him we are leaving... and this is what I hear "NO! you lied it hasn't been ONE min.! I am not going!!!" That was not a silent protest it was a for all mankind to hear at the pumpkin patch protest. I shot him a look, and had to use my "stern" voice, which means "I am going to hurt you child, just wait" voice. He didn't budge. I was ranging. Raging my friend. He kept SCREAMING at me. All the other nanny/mother there were not really looking at me, acting like nothing was happening - bless them. After his vice was shot {well for a moment, he has to breath}, I pointed to his shoes and very calmly {with fire and death in my eyes} told him that he had the choice. He could put his shoes on and come with me or stay there... but I was leaving. I turned on my heel and walked away shaking with anger... then I realized I yet again lost R. Nice. I am the woman that all look at, in this instant, and think "she really should not be having another child, she can't control the two she has already". That was me.

When I finally spot R, I feel this shock of a hit on my rear. Hudson had grabbed his shoes and ran after me {thinking I was leaving him} and punched me as hard as he could in the butt. I don't remember the next 30 sec. Let's hope he doesn't as well. I think I could have lifted my own weight at the moment, in adrenaline and rage. But it was just all 45 pounds of H. I sat him down so fast on the hay... I had to explain to him, no I wasn't whispering the kid was out of control crying. I had to "make him hear me" because I can not lift him and carry him into my car, no way that was going to happen... I am in no position to be carrying that child. I can hardly carry R for a extended period of time.

Anyway to say the least we all got in the car in one piece and H knew he was done. Dinner and bed he went. But don't get me wrong it was a long ride home with children strapped in and screaming. It was one of the more embarrassing moments on my "parenting memories". Goodness all I could think about was how happy I was that two of my girlfriends had already left before that mess was released. Seriously.

There ya go, it was an event I tell you. And if anyone thinks I am going to this pumpkin patch with three children next year solo, is LOCO. Spencer will be attending as well. He puts fear into my children; much needed and healthy fear. Love him for that. Although I will be in physical shape to actually climb a play structure and drag a person home... so who knows... maybe they should fear me more next year. wink wink