We went to the "pumpkin patch" this weekend. Which, this being a desert and all, isn't really much of a patch so much as overpriced pre-picked pumpkins and a couple bounce houses with hay bales and a corn maze thrown in. So I cheated. We bought our pumpkins at the grocery store (they had a better selection anyway) and the kids just played and had ice cream at the pumpkin patch.
Joe made a new girlfriend almost immediately. Last year he told Eric that having one girlfriend (me) wasn't enough and informed Eric that HE had 7 of them. I'll have to keep an eye on him...
The kids climbed all over the hay (there were two bounce house at the very top) while mommy tried not to watch, certain that they were going to fall off and break their little necks.
Ah, to be small again, when the big problem of the day is a spilled drop of ice cream. Heehee.