White Tail, boys first tube slide

11/12/11 beach dusky beach

(moments at) Montpelier farms

Reuniting and bonding with the local agri/culture is a true bonus when caravanning your family down the dirt road of hay sculptures-mazes of corn laundromats-veggie/fruit goblins of apple cider/caramel popcorn bags.  I love this particular farm -one, because it's BIG.  you don't find your typical long lines and constant "excuse me" sidestepping the tamtrum'd 2 year old while trying to hit up every. little. activity.  No, this farm let's you feel the wind, walk the hills, and -whoa- actually enjoy -both the parents and (both the) kids- your time spent.

2 days before the dreaded deployment daddy take off, we took to the farm --and just like last year, I could easily live out my farm girl fantasies here...

Serenity Farm, October 14, 11am

It's that time o' year again!  Hayrides, pumpkin picking, and pet your local four-legged farm livin' friends...




Crisp, fresh air, big blue skies, and...

 


Um...
There's about a hundred different captions I could put here, but I'm a mother.
And a lady.
Ahem, yes...

 



Oh, hello, goat!

  




And like a good 3 year old, he bites his finger nails after petting the farm animals.
*sigh*






Then, with a sudden and a quick, a storm came through and our tribe of moms/dads/grandmas/kids found our way to dry land.

  


The kids didn't mind one bit that their field trip took a 30 minute hiatus for the storm to pass through

 



Soon enough we were back on the wagon (haha) with grandma!

 


After walking though "Kasper's Kastle" -themed with various Disney characters...



...we walked through the hay maze finding our way to the...



pumpkin patch...

 Happy Autumn!

One month old! (what?!)

 If you've been watching/following this blog for awhile, you'll remember that every month for a year, I snapped a pic or twenty of Milo next to his monkey.  It amazed/es me how quick these offspring grow in the first year! 

So here I am again, but this time with a duck, to measure Ari on his growing adventure, the monthly weed-like growth of an adventure:




"It's ok, Ari, mom made me do this, too! Every month for a year!"




It's hard being 3 days old.

 



3 days




1 month






I'm 1 month old!  ROCK ON!  Fist Pump!

 




Grow on with your bad self!
xox

 

Labor Day weekend show

This past weekend we decided to get out of the house and head down to the Naval Air Station to witness the Naval Air Expo, celebrating 100 years of Naval Aviation! The Blue Angels were the headliners along with several other flight performances.  Though we didn't stay to see the Angels in flight (too HOT, too LOUD -not the best combo with a 9 day old and a post partum mama!), we did stroll around quite a bit, taking in all the planes, helicopters, and -yes!- bounce houses!



I fantasized for a moment that this was our own private airplane that we were going to board equipped with champagne, sushi and a play area fit for a 3 year old for a nice flight to the Caribbean.  Or the South Pacific.  Either one really.



Milo was IN LOVE with the airplanes!  Future Navy pilot?

Not one toddler can resist a moon bouce!  And there were several to bounce in!

oooh, fancy...!



It was alot easier getting him in the helicopter than it was asking him to come out.
"No, I stay right here."



Milo and dad were a tad disappointed they didn't close the door and take flight.



How did Ari do?  He slept the entire time.  Apparently he isn't impressed with aviation.  Maybe next year...