Pumpkin Patch

Every year we try to make it to Carroll's Pumpkin Farm.  We spent a free October Saturday there this year, it was crowded but still as much fun as always! Here are a few pictures from the afternoon:

What am I looking at?

Go Cardinals!

Riding the wagon to the pumpkin patch

The John Deere barn and track.

The big orange jumping pillow...

Riding the cow train...yee-haw!

Trent's Theory of Evolution

The day before last (doesn't that sound literary), the children and I were taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather by walking up to the bakery (how quaint) to purchase some bread bowls for dinner. (I made cheeseburger chowder, yum!) All of the kids were riding bikes and, as usual, I was at the back with Trent, reminding him to watch where he is going and warning innocent bystanders of his lack of control when pedaling and talking at the same time (he is always talking).  One such bystander was a nice gentleman who smiled at Trent and me and nodded politely.  He looked much like this: (SNL Alum - Chris Kattan)

 

As we passed by Trent (so innocently) says (in his only volume - loud), "Is dat a man or a montey ('monkey')?"  I'm going to hand it to him; the guy looked a lot like a monkey. This is not what was going through my head as I, mildly horrified, tried to ignore the question and keep him walking, hoping the (nice) guy couldn't hear, and if he did - couldn't understand, what Trent had said.  To my dismay Trent proceeded to talk (remember he always is) and saying such things as "A monkey man?" "How can a man be a monkey?".  At this point I am laughing (but trying to hold it in) so hard that I am crying and people are starting look at me in interest. I am trying to non-nonchalantly quiet him while dialing Dave - because I have got to tell someone!  We soon find ourselves caught up with the other kids and on to the bakery. I am still teary eyed and can't stop giggling at the thought of the classic kid moment.

The Amazing Trent

12:15 pm - Mom changes Trent's diaper and he notes "Uh oh, its da wast one!" She responds, "Yep, we'll have to run to the store to get more!" (Tess overhears this.)
4:30 pm - Trent has a poopy diaper.  We have not been to the store.
4:45 pm - Mom comes back inside from running egg shells to the compost pile. (Yes, she knowingly left him poopy for 15 minutes while she finished dinner...appalling, I know.) The following ensues:

Mom: Come on Trent, let's go change your diaper.
Tess: Did you just come back from the store? (Noting I was coming from outside)
Mom: No, I just put egg shells in the compost bin.
Trent: You made diapers out of eggs?