Before we swan dive into Christmas, I wanted to share our last big family fall adventure as a family of three. Our last hurrah was at our favorite local fun park – Corn Dawgs.
Oh and since our little town is less than an hour away from the University of Georgia (mascot is bulldogs)…everytime you see the word ‘dog’ it is spelled with an A and a W…which is fine by us because those are the only two letters that Will knows. I’m sure he’ll grow up thinking that “dog” is mispelled.
Regardless of our redneck spelling, we’ve visited this farm for the past few years and loved it so much that we put it on our fall family fun to-do list for this year. Since Weston arrived a little later than we had anticipated, we were able to squeeze in the 2012 visit on the last day Corn Dawgs was open. Talk about down to the wire!
Oh and yes, we make it a point to take a family photo every year….so here is 2010’s, 2011’s and this years pic. Apparently Jer’s olive green shirt was dirty this year
We didn’t meet up with any family and since it was the last day of the year, the park was pretty empty.
Will didn’t care…and we didn’t have to wait in any lines which was great for my swollen ankles.
Will on the flying pig…aka a painted barrel with a snort glued on front…and yes, it also had a tail. oh the things a redneck can make outta a barrel!
This was the first time that Will was able to climb the big pile of hay. He now refers to everything large as a ‘tall mountain’. So when he’s thirsty – he asks for a tall mountain of apple juice. When he flexes, he refers to his arms as tall mountains of muscles (as do most guys I’m sure). And when he has a dirty diaper, it’s a tall mountain of poop….and then he asks what color it is. TMI and I wish I were kidding.
Just like in years past, we did the petting zoo. There was one older boy in there who was chasing the goats and trying to ride them – I got upset because I was certain an injury (to either a kid or a kid…haha) would happen, so we didn’t spend as much time in there as I would have liked.
Will isn’t quite as timid about petting critters as he has been in the past…but he’s still really shy…so I don’t think he minded when we cut the petting zoo time short.
The best part about Corn Dawgs is the fact that we can do a bazillion fall activities in one place. The corn field maze…
…the tractor hay ride…
…the hand painted signs…
…the spider web rope thingie…
and one of my favorite things there is the giant cornbox. It’ll put a smile on anyone’s chapped lipped face…
Most of the parents sit at the picnic tables that surround the giant pit…but Jer and I take turns getting in with Will. We can’t help it…we want to bury our kid alive
We also got suckered in by the mini pony ride. Will rode alone (his first solo ride) and did awesome – he held the horn REALLY tightly the entire time and was so focused on concentrating that he wouldn’t look at us or smile.
After we decided that we would make a killing if only we had a pony…we headed over to Jeremy’s favorite area…the quad bikes.
Jeremy is such a fan of anything with wheels. And of course, he is actively trying to pass that love down to Will.
There were a few girls doing it and struggling and I wanted to see if it was really that hard or if they were just weak in the lower half. Apparently they are not as blessed with a muscular bottom as I am. And when I say muscular, I mean, average muscles wrapped in cellulite. Hey – they might look awesome in a bathing suit but I can rock a John Deere quad bike
One of the things I noticed this year that we haven’t seen before was the pumpkin house…
I get weirdly excited about things like this. I have no idea why.
We also ran around the pumpkin patch.
Some of the pumpkins were HUGE….
I have no clue what Jer is doing. Pushing a hay bale? Putting out the vibe?
Will got excited about the broken down race car. Apparently junk cars are very exciting – all you have to do is call it The King and reference Dinoco blue and bam! instant awesomeness.
This photo cracks me up.
oh my guord, the Yawner is going for gold
Overall, it was a great day…
and Will got to do so many things this year that were brand new big boy activities. I think it probably helped me realize that he is really much bigger and more capable than I realize. I can’t help wanting him to stay a baby…but I also get really excited and proud when his face glows when he nails something new.
Like when he says he wants to go down the slide by himself…breaking away from the safety of the arms of daddy…
and he flies. It makes for one amazing day
Did you guys have one last fall hurrah? Maybe a family tradition as small as taking a photo at the same festival each year? Or that dogs should always be spelled with an A and W?