springdellgirl

Don't Let the Pictures Fool You


Does it look like we had a lovely outing to Greenbluff? An idyllic day picking apples and pumpkins full of fun family time? You would be wrong. It sucked. Oh it sucked big. There were a few small pleasant moments but they were few and far between.

It all started as a pleasant outing up to our favorite farm area to pick pumpkins, apples, eat peach pie, and hot pumpkin donuts. What normally takes less than five minutes to get from the main road turn off to our first stop took over an hour. The whining began. "What is taking so long!!", "How much longer??", "Why are we moving so slow"...on and on. There were ten tons of people who all had the same idea we did. I have never seen such a horrible crowds and such terrible traffic.

Then the fighting kicked in. "Ailey stop humming!!", "Reilly stop singing!!", "Kameron is annoying!!", "Why can't we listen to GOOD music?!", "Why are you guys (i.e. me and Tyler) so MEAN?", "This was a horrible idea!!", "Stop kicking my seat", "Everyone SHUT UP!!" Bryn wailing.

We arrived at our destination and sent Reilly to go stand in the pie line because mama needed her some peach pie ASAP!! Tyler and the kids went to stand in the hour long hot donut line. After about 45 minutes Tyler realized that Reilly was in the wrong line and she moved to the correct line and stood in that line for another half an hour. Of course by then the peach pie was sold out. But I was appeased with cherry (sort of) and there were donuts and one would think that would make everyone happy. Um no. Not even when we arrived at our favorite farm.

The arguing continued...everyone was pissy...Bryn was a holy terror. Yay family fun.

The farm has wagons to put your pumpkins/small children in...would Bryn ride in one? No way. She had to run like a maniac or she would scream bloody murder and hurl herself limp fish style into the dirt.

You can't catch me

Running full speed down the lane...seconds before eating it...more crying ensued.

A happy family joyously picking apples

The real deal: Do not miss the crusty look that only a 13 1/2 year old can give. The six year-old wasn't too happy either. Nothing like having your own snotty eye roll/eyelash flutter come back at you. Grumpy dad. Where's the boy? Pouting somewhere.

Happier moments...or are they?

Bryn did have fun picking apples. She went crazy yelling "Apples!! Apples!! Apples!!" She picked quite a few including the one in her hand that she scarfed down to the core and then threw a huge fit when it was all gone and the core got tossed.

Bryn did finally get into the cart but only if she could stand up and "drive". Then it nearly tipped over as she saw another row of apples trees and lunged out of the cart while yelling "Apples!! Apples!! Apples!!"

So we got her another one

and then she sat down

Shouldn't picking pumpkins be fun?

The kids all picked out weird greenish or completely green pumpkins. I said...nothing.

Proof I was there. Unfortunately I was saying "Take the picture damn it!!"

I hoped to get some cute pictures in this hay bale area. One out of four...not too bad.

Bryn entertained herself with her new favorite past time. Pumpkin sitting. She went around and around and tried them all out.

Hmmm...how's this one?

Then we had a long ride home in which all four children fell asleep. Delightful. Oh well...not every family outing is going to be a pumpkin-picking, cider-drinking, peach-pie eating, skipping merrily in the autumn sunshine, fall frolicking good time. Maybe next year.