Monday, October 17, 2016

Wooden's Tradition

Last Monday, as part of our fall break fun, my mom treated us to lunch, apple slushies, and candy at Wooden's farm. They specialize in apples but grow a bit more than that. 

The kids enjoyed the grandmother spoils (especially since Burl and Fern came from a sleepover with John's parents and enjoyed their spoils). Sugar and kiss overload. 

It's a great place to buy apples, get stuffed on southern food, and take some pictures. However, I have to work hard to crop out all the extras. There aren't open fields to run and play. 

Apparently they don't want people in their orchards, but when they are right beside the parking lot and Marmee is there, we have to snag the free photo opp. 

We used some of the apples to make the best apple dessert I've had (and I'm not usually a fan because I like my apples raw and crispy, thankyouverymuch). It was a fun midday trip and one of the many perks of living in Chattanooga and being surrounded by farmland. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Pops 6th Pikeville Party

This was our sixth year celebrating my dad's birthday by spending the day at his farm. We've made trips beyond that for fun visits, but we always find a day that my brothers can join us too (and possibly some extra friends). 

When people learn that we make frequent visits to my dad's farm, their eyes tend to glaze over and they envision what I used to envision: simple farm house with a wide, sweeping porch; hanging baskets on farm posts, fluffy-fured animals, well-maintained gravel paths and manicured fields. To be blunt: there ain't nothing well-maintained and manicured about it. There's a camo winnabego on posts, tarps for curtains, and my dad yelling at any of the five dogs for jumping on someone. It's like a Julia Roberts movie set. Not.

The key to its appeal is space to roam and new things to explore. Find some chicken eggs. Throw food to the chickens. Drive on 4-wheelers. Walk around freely. Touch a toad. 

That's a few of the things that we did this time. My pregnancy aches and pains had me benched for most of the time, so my pictures are incomplete. Out of most of my pictures, Ridge was featured in the majority. Oh that precious boy! This was his first time at the farm where he was free to roam and he felt so big going wherever he wanted to go (and ride on the 4-wheeler). 

Sweet little Ridge did whatever the big kids did. I loved watching them each do their own things. Burl and Fern operated more freely while we're there. They knew the ropes. Ridge had confidence that didn't come from experience. 

It was a great 6th Farm Birthday Party-thanks Pops for cleaning a spot on the porch for us! Things have changed since we started going in 2010!

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Sugarcoated, Golden Pictures

Burl and Fern are old enough to ask for "no pictures," and Ridge is strong enough to grab at the camera and push buttons. I've finally come to the realization that I can't point a camera at them constantly. Growing pains. 

Last weekend, John took us out for ice cream. The sugar rush and golden hour were the perfect combination to allow me to grab some fun pictures of my sweaty, rowdy children. It was a good night. 

Monday, September 12, 2016

Beach Vacation, 2016

This year's beach trip was much like my failed picture above, blurry. Ok, not really, but I  liked that little trick. It was our busiest vacation yet. 

Our vacation was nearly three months ago, but I looked through the pictures tonight and it reminded me that I never did a blogpost for my future self to remember. 

We just found out that we were expecting our fourth child, Ridge was barely mobile, and Burl got several rashes from the ocean floor, stung by something, and a horrible ear infection. It wasn't the worst vacation scenario, but it had us chanting two things. John and I kept saying, "next year we're going to need one of those boxes for the top of the car," and "we're bringing a babysitter with us next year." We were trapped between big kid world and baby world. We wanted to do all the naps and chase all the dolphins, but ALL and vacation don't go well together with 3.5 kids in tow. 

Thankfully, John and I were able to laugh at it all (for the most part). We've been on enough vacations together to know that expectations will make or break a trip. Specifically, lowered expectations make for a better trip, and that's what we did. And we always had fun snacks on hand!

This is how the week went: there was usually one adult and child on the beach, another inside watching TV, and one child sleeping. 

Mama took pictures the whole time. 

By the time that we left, the kids decided that they like camping better. "There's so much more to do when we're camping," then they went on to list all the things to do camping. It was much more endearing than it was whiny. They were kind about it, and I don't mind hearing about it because camping is WAY CHEAPER. WAY!

On our last day, we packed the car, locked the condo, and went for one last goodbye photo session. We left it all on the beach, but still had enough to smile. It was a privilege to take another family trip to the beach and put a deposit in the [memory] bank of good times. 

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