Blog 411

This blog was created for our friends and family who don't get to see us -- well, Jonathan and Elise, really -- as often as they'd like. I'm trying to keep you all updated on their milestones and their day-to-day activities. I also hope this will serve as sort of a journal for them as well, something for them to read when they are older that chronologues their lives and adventures. When I can, I'll post pictures and maybe even videos to help bridge the distance.

This blog is Part 2 of the Life of the Hardwicks. This edition will focus on our new lives in Atlanta, GA, that began in July 2013.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

2013_10_20 Sunday

What a fun day we had at a "pumpkin patch," well more like a farm. We were there for about six hours, and three of us fell asleep on the drive home!

We watched pig races. We petted a bunch of farm animals. We explored a corn maze, although not very well since we came out the entrance we went in. We rode on a tractor. We watched a mechanical chicken music show. We played with rubber ducks. The kids and Dave shot corn husks (some went really far!). The kids and I rode a cow train (made out of feed barrels). The kids bounced on a jumpy pillow, played in a corn box, and slid down a big slide. Finally, we picked up pumpkins and had some homemade strawberry ice cream and kettle corn. And, we bumped into Elise's school director!!!

They had a plywood cow that you could milk, but her udders were dry, and a little boy came up to me and told me that was mommy's milk. His mother was mortified, but I laughed and told her we called it the same thing.
Then, Elise decided to drop trow' right in the middle of the farm to pee and I whisked her to the potty, but en route she tried to go behind a tree. Both are excellent places to go if you must, but maybe not with a massive audience. She made it just fine to the portajohns (egads).

Dave and Jonathan decorated the little pumpkins with Oma's stick-ons. And, both kids showered off and fell into bed. They were pooped!


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