We had a rather fun weekend, filled with visiting the best kind of friends: the ones who have known you a very long time and still love you anyway.
Saturday, the former World's Best Nanny Rebekah and her husband Ryan came up to the farm for a visit. They haven't ever been here before so it was pure joy and fun showing them around. The girls wanted to show them everything, and by the time they had left we had jumped on the trampoline, zipped on the zip line, chatted at the creek, chowed on chili, and dipped apples in caramel. The only thing we didn't do was ride dirt bikes, so next time! (That's what we do to keep people coming back. We show them the one thing they didn't do, and say, "You must come back!" We're tricky that way.)
I didn't do much in the way of taking pictures on Saturday, but our hearts were full nonetheless. Contrary to my dad's famous saying--"It didn't really happen if you didn't take a picture"--I can promise you that it did because we are still smiling from seeing our sweet Rebekah whom we hadn't seen in more than a year.
And then Sunday?
Let me tell you.
First. Let me show you.
It was pink pig time at the French Prairie Farms down near Woodburn, Oregon. I've been to many a pumpkin patch in my day, but this was the first one that had racing pigs. And a giant pink pig hay maze.
We went down to celebrate baby Cedar's first birthday. I can't believe a year ago I was watching him enter the world, and now he's one.
He's a cutie pie, that's for sure.
After the birthday cake and ice cream and singing, then it was out to the fields for farm time adventures.
We have been having gorgeous--gorgeous!--fall weather, and, in fact, it might even be considered a bit warm for fall temps. But all that meant was beautiful sunshine as we climbed the hay pyramid and watched the pig races.
Addie was crazy about the pig races. When half your vocabulary consists of identifying farm animals and their noises, then farm animals are a BIG DEAL.
She cheered. She clapped. She quietly said "piggie" every time those pigs lined up.
And they're off!
All the kids thought those pigs were the greatest thing, and I admit they were pretty cute. Mr. Farmer Announcer Guy made sure that I got a lifetime's supply of jokes with pig puns, so one show was enough for me.
Other than the farm animals, the next best things were the slides.
There were several slides, and this one was the smallest. Syd and Jules loved the big slide that was probably 20 feet high. They went on this little slide, but mostly it was for Addie.
We did not know that she was crazy about slides before yesterday. But evidently part of turning two means that she is now a slider. Down she went over and over and over. Every time the same way: on her stomach, feet first. Cutest thing ever. Not sure when she would have pulled herself away from the slide, but eventually Jason's allergies got the best of him, so it was time to head home.
Fun weekend, fun day. We managed to come home without any pumpkins, but since there are two more trips to pumpkin patches planned for next week, then at some point we may have a pumpkin on our porch even though we grew plenty of pumpkins in our garden this year.