Life With Boys

OK — we took the boys to the pumpkin patch — of course forgetting it had been raining for a week and pumpkin patches tend to be a bit muddy. But on we trek.

And it seems we weren’t the only ones with the bright idea to head over to the pumpkin patch — they were actually running a shuttle bus — but does this deter us either — no, we are proud parents who promised our children FUN. And FUN we will have.

Upon entering Pumpkinland we are presented with so many options — corn maze, zip line, pushing the mini John Deere tractors through the before mentioned MUD. We will do it all because we are here to have FUN.

So, like the fun Mom I am, I encourage the boys to enter the haystack marked “Tower of Terror” — and after 5 minutes when two small children have not yet emerged from the Tower of Terror in I go. What the hell was I thinking? It is pitch dark and you are supposed to crawl up through this maze of sorts (which is maybe three square feet wide — with wrong turns included) — until you reach the roof area. I was scared — the boys must have been terrified. When I finally reached the roof (with the addition of some additional small children clinging to my legs) I find Morgan wandering aimlessly — Tyler apparently abandoned him. And the knowledge that we have to go back through this crazy maze to get back down to the ground. Who’s twisted idea of fun is this anyway?

Back safely on the ground we determine that the money we have left is not enough to buy a pumpkin. That the line for snacks is way too long and Matt and I are on sensory overload. So defeated we leave the pumpkinland to find the nearest grocery store pumpkin.

Someday I hope they can tell me how much fun they had at the Pumpkin Patch. (That or they will tell me they are scarred for life.)