We went on a hayride with some of Husband's colleagues but only had our cell phone to take pictures. I tried to upload them and they were huge....so, a hayride in words. At least until the people with normal cameras email me any pictures they have.
Brother found us seats in the middle of the hay, which we sat in, not on, and that was an itchy experience.
Sister enjoyed being small enough to move back and forth between Mommy and Daddy and not get in trouble. She also spent most of the ride stuffing her face with Kix with socks pulled to her knees because of the itchy hay.
Eventually, the other residents led my son astray and convinced him to bury people with hay. I finally convinced him that burying himself might be nicer. He made some pretty comfy chairs and nests, and was quite smug in the pictures....which you can't see!
Afterwards they sucked down apple cider like nothing, but poo-pooed the idea of s'mores. Rather than eating them, Brother picked at sticky marshmallows that had unfortunately turned a nice toasty brown in the fire and Sister ripped her s'more open-faced and stuck it to her shirt! After a rather lengthy session with baby wipes, they were de-stickyed and ran to play on the wooden steps we used to climb up to the hay. This of course prompted Sister to ask for another wipe to clean with and Brother to pile up leftover hay to jump in!
Did I mention Brother appears to be allergic to hay? That when we parked we were quite literally attacked by stink bugs? That I saw two spiders crawling on me while sitting in the hay? That I love doing things with my family?
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