…And we lucked out. Sunday was a crisp, clear day perfect for takin’ in the fresh air and wading through farm mud. So we donned our vests and rain boots, packed up the boys, and headed north to Whittamore’s Farm.
Now, I don’t know much about farms, but let me tell you, this was one pimped out pumpkin patch. They had a corn maze, giant sandbox complete with toy tractors, bouncy castle, horse swings, hay rides, giant farmhouse jungle gym, market (with delicious cider and other farm goodies), and a little zoo with ducks, geese, chickens, roosters, goat and even a cow!
Cy was in awe of the very first pumpkin he saw – it was bigger than he was!
It was really the mini zoo that had Cy transfixed. He stood there, with countless other kids, for what seemed like an hour, laughing, giggling and making animal noises. Pretty much everyone was ‘mooing’ but the cow. Even the goat came over to see what all the noise was about, and when he started nibbling on Cy’s fingers, he responded with squeals of giggles. He liked it so much he even learned how to say ‘goat’ that day.
I think the biggest hit of the day, however, was the hot cider. Dust let Cy try a sip of his, and that was the last time he tasted it. Cy would not part with the cup of cider, even for our family photo. Lucky for us it wasn’t spiked.
In the end, we chose the biggest pumpkin we could find, stocked up on some pumpkin pie, and headed home. But not before one last farm adventure: trying to change Cy’s uber poopy diaper in the backseat of the Martzwagen – with no wipes! I’ll spare you the details, but talk about getting down with nature…