So it turns out that uploading photos to a draft post, and then letting the post sit in a dark, damp corner for a week does not cause it to start sprouting text, which is unfortunate.  And since spontaneous correspondence does not appear likely to occur, I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.

We started our Halloween festivities a couple of weeks before the main event, with a trip to the Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze.  And if there’s one thing you can absolutely rely on, it’s that if we’re headed to a muddy field, we’re going to dress our sons up as Oompa Loompas.  Note, however, that Nic does not appear to mind:

It was a fairly decent day.  Chilly and foggy, but not freezing, and not overly muddy.  The fog made it very bright and hazy, so the boys insisted on accessorizing.

We brought Malin along, as well as our friends Julie and Trevor, just in case we needed to send someone back for a wheelbarrow (for the pumpkins, stick with me, people).   But now for some more posing:

Okay, so after an hour of posing, we climb on board a tractor for a ride to the far side of the corn maze.  The driver does a bizarre little dance, shaking his ample middle-aged posterior in an admonition for us to remain seated, and then off we go.  He drops us off on the East side of the field, and we (predictably, I suppose) choose to enter the corn maze near Pullman.

The outfits do bring up a good point – if it’s too raining on Halloween, or their costumes are otherwise damaged, we could just put their suits on them, give them one of those dust masks and say that they’re a Haz Mat team.

After a short while we come to our first real mud puddle.  Julie, ever the helpful one, teaches Dexter how to stomp in it.

True to form, he spent next 10 minutes whining at me to get the mud off of boot.  This kid will break any toy you hand him, run full speed off the top of a stairwell, let you throw him up into the air until he hits the ceiling, but he cannot abide having muddy boots.

Malin had a bit a nervous melt down that morning and mistakenly chose to wear a color.  We were all very concerned, but once we got back she headed out to go shopping and we knew she was all right.

It almost looks like Dex walked the whole way, doesn’t it?

He didn’t.

Regardless, after a few wrong turns, and avalanche or two on I-5, we made it to the Sound, and chose the simple option of just jumping in and swimming for it.  And then, ta dah!

I’m guessing Katie hadn’t intended for me to include that photo in the post, but then if she really wanted it hidden she’d have written the post herself, right?

So now we were on to choosing pumpkins, which the boys did with their typical aplomb.

“Come on, Mommy, it only ways a *little* bit more than me!”

Well, we survived.  With tired boys, and tired parents, and a Malin that desperately needed to be let out (to shop), we called it a day.  The pumpkins sat for a week, until Lady Jay and Trevor returned and helped us carve them.   Yes, their pumpkins are larger than ours.  No, this does not make us feel inadequate.

You’ll have to wait for the next post to see the carved pumpkins.  No, wait – for the post AFTER next, as we have the Fall Harvest Festival to tell of first.

I’ll go check that draft now and see if it has sprouted.

-Joel

 

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