We kicked off the fun with a trip to the West Farm corn maze on Friday evening with Bob and Donna. Almost as exciting as the attraction, itself, is the fact that there is something fun to do waaaay up at the Jedburg Exit!
Jason worked from home Friday afternoon, so we were able to head over right around 5:30. For $5 per adult, we spent over 3 hours playing, exploring, petting and laughing. It could have turned bad early, though. We made the mistake of letting Charlie play in the corn box first thing, and he didn't want to get out. The only thing that quieted his screaming (yes, screaming), was the opportunity to run "free" in the hay bale maze. He navigated it with only two wrong turns...I'm thinking he has his mom's sense of direction!
Next up, after the apple sling-shot, Charlie got to stick his hand in a goat's mouth...aka feed it. (I truly cannot imagine going to a petting zoo prior to the invention of hand sanitizer, and I consider myself fairly middle of the road when it comes to germ fears). Following the alternating adoration and fear of the goats, sheep, cow and chickens, we set off into the corn maze around 6:15 or 6:30.
Two hours, many, many, many wrong turns, string cheese, sunset and a short nap later, we exited the corn maze -- having punched our map at every single checkpoint, for which we earned a sticker, and some free food at Chili's -- not to mention the honor of being able to say we survived! In addition, the stellar F.S.I investigators that we are, we deduced that it was the pig, in the tree house, with the corn launcher!
The fun continued Saturday afternoon with the Toy Box daycare Fall Festival. Charlie got his first tattoo (a great big, hairy spider), went on a hayride with Raggedy Ann (aka Miss Jo-Jo), and ate a whole hotdog -- all during naptime, so Jason and I were quite impressed.
With everything else going on, Jason and I almost forgot about trick-or-treating Sunday night -- thank goodness Charlie had Chad to remind us. Our little "Charlie Brown" picked up the routine by the second house, and was a trick-or-treating allstar. We only hit houses of people we knew, realizing that most of the candy would end up around Jason's and my waistlines, not Charlie's, but that was plenty.
By the end of Scrapbook Lane, Charlie was walking back to the wagon after giving a very quiet, "man-man" (thank you), and climbing back in all by himself, urging mom and dad to "Go", while we chatted with neighbors. And by the end of Pavillion he was bidding farewell to each house with a "Happ-een" (Happy Halloween).
One pack of Smartees later and Charlie was circling the kitchen/dining/living room loop at 90 miles per hour, then bouncing off the front door...so much for the whole idea of a "sugar-high" being a myth. I can honestly say that this was my favorite Halloween ever!
And for Charlie's part, he learned two very important lessons this weekend: one, do not get lost in the dark with Bob, Donna, Mom and Dad...we are useless when the sun goes down; two, Halloween really is all about the candy.
Hayride
Happy Halloween!
Charlie Brown
Check it out, there's candy in here!
Sugar High!
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