Homestead Farms

I’ve decided that the field trip to the farm/orchard/pumpkin patch is officially The Preschooler’s Rite of Passage.  Indeed, it is a “must do” if you’re in the digits before 5….perhaps after 5, too.

The one we went to this morning was around before George Washington was president.  Nice tidbit o’ information, me thinks.

I love this picture.  They’re looking at goats and discussing reasons why the animals haven’t finished their apples.  I’m sure Hadley has several reasons.  She’s quite empathetic in these matters.

All living things were quite friendly.

These guys were my favorite.  So cute!  And if I stood around long enough, I would’ve become a vegetarian.  I was glad we were called to the hayride.

Hadley wouldn’t sit next to me.  Not that I was surprised.  She kept talking to me though, so everyone could be a part of the conversation.  It was awesome.  I’m huddled in the back of the -whatever it is you ride behind a tractor in- praying I’m not sitting on a hornet, and Hadley’s giving me a play by play of everything she sees.  Someone sitting next to me asked, “Is that your daughter?”

“Yes.”

From the look on her face, it seemed like she thought I would rather sit by myself then sit with my kid.  So I set her straight.

“She doesn’t want to sit with me.”

Just wanted to set the record straight that I wasn’t some lone adult who happened to decide to go on a hayride with a bunch of 4 and 5 year olds that day.  That would just be creepy.

Like this witch.

Anyway, the fieldtrip was fun.  I was glad to (literally) tag along.

Afterwords, Hadley and I picked up Harper and we went out for lunch.

I had a chopped salad with bacon.

Sorry, guys.