Despite the fact that everyone looks grouchy, they actually had a spectacular time in the corn maze. Neko grabbed the map and took the lead, as I nervously told Tom to make sure we knew where we were going. I am one of those people that could be stuck in a corn maze for weeks. Even with a map.
Neko grew tired of leadership halfway, and instead puttered on about the litter she found. “I can’t believe they just left it here in the middle of this field. And it’s even STYROFOAM!”
We passed on the whole picking experience, and went straight to the farm shop where the kids picked out absurdly big pumpkins. I have no idea how we’re going to carve them. (I’ll think about it tomorrow, Rhett!)
And then they all got what they declared their very first caramel apples. Is that possible? Have we really been that restrictive?
I got a new camera for my purse, but I haven’t quite all the controls figured out.
When Ellery and I had to put on these glasses at Otto’s laser therapy session (don’t ask), I really wanted a photo, but I realized my settings were all off, and I had no idea how to fix them
I sort of feel like it was meant to happen that way.
And really, how many times a week do you get to talk about lasers?
We’ve been having a cold spell. Every now and then a warm day peeks through and I feel like we have to enjoy every instant of it because the winter will be here before we know it.
Well, clearly, there was too much talk about weekend getaways and Martha Stewart-esque eggs.
At about 5pm, when Tom and I were desperately trying to make it until bedtime on our (maybe) five hours of sleep from the night before, Shep came running out of the back of the house screaming, “Ellery is cutting off all her hair!”
I was really hoping he was joking.
As I entered the bathroom, the first thing I saw was all her long, baby fine hair gathered around her feet. And the scissors. And my heart sinking into my shoes.
I suppose we’ve really beaten the odds so far, having three children and not one hair-cutting incident. And, of course, the one person who I trust to attempt to fix this mess will not be in until Wednesday. Until then, Ellery will be channeling her inner Billy Ray Cyrus, circa 1992. (We could change her name to Ella Ray Cyrus, perhaps?)
I completely cop to being a bit sad myself, as I never got a photo of her in pigtails, and now it will be months before that’s even possible.
Tom, however, is delighted that he can now audition for the boy band of his choice.
It’s been over two years since I’ve seen The National perform, so it was fantastic to see how their show has matured. (Let’s all pretend I kind of know what that means.)
Tidbits from this weekend:
1. Ellery might have a teensy bit of my OCD overpacking gene.
2. Our hotel room was directly across the hall from a room decorated from top to bottom with balloons, including some that were replicas of certain portions of human anatomy.
3. That hotel room quickly became our former hotel room. Our new room was directly above said anatomically decorated room because someone in the Department of Hilarity thinks that makes for a better story.
4. Everywhere we went in Indy was all on one street—dinner, concert, and breakfast. It was like hipster row. I have no clue what the rest of the city looks like, but I’m thinking we may go back someday.
5. I almost cried when we found out the band didn’t go on until 10:45pm.
6. I am officially the age where I really, really like sitting down at concerts. Sadly, as my feet and back will tell you, this was not an option.
7. The band’s fan base is clearly 95% male. Or the universe did some sort of bizarre inversion. Either way, I felt like woman-kind had achieved some monumental victory as I walked past 20 men in line for the bathroom to discover I could pick from my choice of three empty bathroom stalls. (See fourth photo.)
8. When Mary Poppins is performing in the adjoining theatre, the green room for a band is reduced to the size of a broom closet. Mary clearly has more clout.
9. I desperately need an in-between camera. One that can travel in my bag, but has functionality that makes me smile. Will be researching that whole micro four thirds category…
10. I love traveling with people who make all the restaurant decisions. Especially when they have great taste.
Big thanks to Matt, John, and Vicki (and their friends) for joining us along our fun getaway, and to R&D and Papa Joe for making it possible.
Tom decided to go out and ride his bike, and he invited others to come with him. It was 6:30pm, and we all rode bikes up and down the driveway enjoying the perfect weather.
Hooray for getting outside, especially on what was mostly a dreary grey day.
And then Neko dropped her new horse on the concrete and we had to end bike ride time in the name of plastic horse surgery.
