We met our friends, the Johnsons, out there and the 4 kids just had a blast. We saw the chickens and the ponies, went on a horse drawn wagon ride, played in the small hay fort, danced to the band playing music, pet some goats and lambs, ate caramel apples and pushed a wheelbarrow full of kids and pumpkins all over the pumpkin patch. Actually, only Nick did the last one.
There were no damaging falls, no meltdowns and no grumpy children. They fell asleep on the 30 minute drive there, so that set them up good.
Dancing to the band. They were going nuts, in a good way.
On a side note, Pippa says funny things all the time with the deepest sincerity. Just now she was calling me upstairs so I went up to see what she needed. This is how part of the conversation went:
P: Where's Daddy?
Me: Daddy's downstairs doing the dishes.
P: Oh, I wish I had long arms so I could do the dishes.
Me: So do I honey, so do I.
Now she's back in bed where she says she is going to dream about painting her pumpkin. Sweet, sweet Pippa.