So I’m sitting here this morning in a very different place than yesterday. There is yelling at the breakfast table about drinking milk and don’t play with my toy, and oh yes, there goes the little one doing the “poop run” fast to the bathroom because it might be an emergency because why? He became distracted when trying to swipe his brother’s toy (see previous sentence) when big brother was alternating blowing bubbles in his milk and gargling it.
I think for my very special date with the ‘Fish today, I shall go drop him off at the farm.
But yesterday? Yesterday I was in an introspective mood. It was a rainy, cold, dreary day – oh man, do I love those days. They never get me down, I never get cabin fever…I just love them. And they are quite the treat in sunny Colorado with its claim of around 300 sunny days per year.
So when they do roll in, those beautiful soft rains with a possible high kick of wind every so often, the windows get cracked just a little so the sweet smells and sound of it can come in. We slip our feet into fuzzy socks and slide around on the hardwood floors, tuck ourselves into cozy sweatshirts and warm lounge-about pants, and we take some extra time to make hot tea with cream and some soft bread that begs for honey on top (paleo bread, of course; recipe at the end of this post).
It also lent some time to look through the pictures from our Anderson Farms trip this past Friday and pick out my favorites. I could only narrow it down to a fafafillion, so be ready for a lengthy one, here.
At the farm, it just so happened that we were lucky enough to get the wobbliest, wonkiest wagon, which fit our family just right.
The bigger kids were finally, finally long-legged enough to race the bigger human-powered go-carts.
They were ferocious.
This one, with his shorter legs, watched and planned his next event…
The barrel ride, aka, human torture chamber for anyone over 4′ tall.
The tractor driver whips the kids around in vicious circles after hitting the whoop-di-woos and the kids get sifted down into the bottoms of the barrels. We could barely even see him in there on his return and had to count four barrels down with fingers crossed, hoping we got the right kid back.
Didn’t matter. It still got a hearty yell of, “THAT WATH FUN!”
The peanut gallery (a paleo incorrect term, mind you; let’s rename that the “almond gallery”) supervised and egged on appropriately.
And then, there was the Bladder Burster. Oh alright, really the red wagon train being pulled by a tractor. But seriously? They need a porta-potty on this thing because it will simultaneously scramble your brain and make you pee your pants, it’s so bumpy.
The last time I rode it, I was pregnant with The Rev. ‘Nuff said.
Butt flare. Awkward.
This little goat was such a sweet little baby. Just wanted to be held the whole time.
This one did not want to be held. He just wanted to nibble food.
Paleo animals. Ha.
We nearly had these two convinced that they could swipe this pumpkin.
He caught on after a few and re-evaluated.
Our jumping bean.
Everyone was getting the hang of the game…
Oh yummy. My incredibly delicious man.
And his mini-me.
Caught my sweet friend dancing with her precious baby.
And another sweetpea catching some momma-kisses.
Ah, those catch-’em-while-you-can moments. They’ll all grow up too quickly.
The CrossFit Mafia.
And then our very own Mr. Moody. He was being Oscar the Grouch, so Hank decided to put him back in his trash can.
Not really, but we really wanted to. Just keeping it real, folks. Really.
The other boys were mightily scaling the tire mountain.
And then? Then they decided to try their hand at calf roping. Calves that say bulls across their heads, actually. Mmmkay.
Deciding to check out the buffalo, instead.
I tell you, these friends have become like an extended family to us. Our kids love them (the collective “our”), and vice versa.
It’s pure awesomeness.
You know what else is pure awesomeness? These loves.
We walked away from the farm sans pumpkins.
A-ok by me, because it means another trip is in store for us. We’ve got a casa to decorate for a Halloween party and to lure in the trick-or-treaters coming soon.
Happy fall to you.