Sunday, October 17, 2010

It ain't fall till we've gone...

To our favorite pumpkin farm: Dollinger Family Farm in Minooka, IL.

Holy gourds, we love this place!

Climbing and jumping on huge bales of hay is always fun, but I recommend wearing long sleeves. Otherwise, your arms will look like those of a cutter...


When waiting for the Civil War Reenactment, Patrick gave a brief course on his little known talent of grass whistling...
We discussed the realities of war and the losses that have been suffered throughout the years. Watching a reenactment isn't about the cool cannons and rifles (though the boys do think they're neat). It's about making history REAL and tangible. It happened so long ago and seems so far removed that it can be difficult to comprehend what it must have really been like. Reenactments allow us to have a tiny taste of what was endured for our freedom and equality.
We watched the horrors of what a real medical tent might have looked and sounded like in 1865. I thanked my lucky stars that we now have the high-tech knowledge of SOAP to prevent infections... Shudders...
We relaxed by the blacksmith's shop and wagered on what he was creating. (this was also a chance to reinforce the proverbs that Justin and I had been reading: "Strike while the iron is hot").
We never do buy pumpkins, though the prices are good. I think we've decided that we are just not pumpkin carving people... Maybe next year?
Cheap face painting! Bring it on. My little butterfly was the cutest punkin in the patch...
Justin and I were drinking hot cider as we watched his siblings climb on the pirate ship playground.
And nothing makes a little kid happier than BUNNIES! Bunnies that you can PET and PICK UP!!!

Frighteningly enough, we almost came home with the sweetest little beagle puppy that was on display by the local animal shelter. Dude, I was thisclose to saying "yes" to their pleading eyes (Patrick's and puppy's included). I need to keep my wits about me around this family...
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