I loaded the car with Carson's stroller and diaper bag (which I camouflage by using one of my Thirty-One bags ) and headed out the door. When we got to Bonnybrook we put Carson in his stroller and went into the main barn to see what they had for sale. The place was packed and honestly not big enough for our stroller to go between the displays. I pushed him to one side and watched as Baylee went in and out of the set-ups to see if there was anything she really liked. We had gone there last year with Amber, Carson's teacher and the rest of her preschool class and had been able to pay one price and ride the wagon and pick a pumpkin for one price. (Literally pick. They give you pruning shears and tell you to have at it.) This year they were weighing pumpkins in the patch so you weren't really sure how much it was until you had already cut it from the vine and taken it up to be weighed. Knowing I only had $20 on me I decided that the best thing to do would be to just buy the ones that were already priced in their little store.
I picked a really cool warty pumpkin and I let the kids pick theirs out themselves. Carson wasn't really into it so the first one that he kicked was the one that he got. Baylee took her time finding just the right one. We paid for our pumpkins and took them to the car. Afterwards we headed to the horse barn to see the animals that we could pet.
Carson really loved the chickens.
We then went to the other side of the barn and watched as Baylee was able to ride a horse. Carson laughed as he watched his sissy on this beautiful majestic animal. My heart kind-of broke for him knowing that this was something that he would not be able to do. For one, I didn't know if he would even WANT to ride it and if he did, I don't know if he would know how to or be able to hold on to the reigns so that he wouldn't fall off.
When we left the barn we went over to Horseshoe Hill which is basically a hill that has a 100 ft. culvert pipe down the middle of it and you can slide down once you scale the hill. Baylee did it a couple of times as we watched. As we were making our way back to the main barn Carson started screaming and looking back towards the hill. I got him out of the stroller and carried him to the top. When it was our turn I sat down, placed him on my lap and down we went. It was fun and scary at the same time. There is no way to slow yourself down and then at the end there is a large bump which hurts your butt when you land. Carson loved it. That's the daredevil in him. He wanted to go again but by then I was tired and thirsty.
We made it to the main barn and stood in line at the concession stand to get a drink and a soft pretzel. The poor girl standing in front of us kept getting kicked in the back of the leg by Carson because he was starting to get really antsy. By the time we made it to the front to order he had ripped off his shoes and socks (it was only 62 degrees outside) and was screaming at the top of his lungs. At this point it never really phases me anymore but there were a lot of people looking our direction as I'm trying to navigate my way through the crowd to get to a quiet corner to give him a drink of my pop and at least get his shoes back on him before we headed to the car.
Once I got Baylee and Carson in the car I handed him my cup and loaded the stroller into the back. When I tried to take the cup away from him he started screaming again. I watched as he chugged half of my pop down without stopping. The poor kid was just thirsty. I felt so bad. I had left his iPad in the car because I didn't want it lost or stolen so he basically had no way to tell me that was what he wanted. Lesson learned.
We left Bonnybrook and drove just a short distance down the road and went to Pringle's Orchard to buy apples. Carson loves this place. We had gone there Friday and bought Jonagold apples to make apple pies and I wanted to get some more to freeze because the pie turned out so great. This time we bought McIntosh apples and some Red Delicious. They are a family run orchard and I love being able to support the local economy.
On the way back to our house, we turned onto our street and noticed a house was on fire! I called 911 and waited for help to arrive. I was so surreal to be standing in the middle of my road (about 3 miles from my house) and watch this house burn. The next door neighbor ran over and told us that the people who lived there had just left about 10 minutes previously and that he thought that the dog was probably the only living thing in the residence. I honestly thought about running up to the house to see if we could break a window or something on the opposite side to see if we could get the dog out but then the neighbor told us it was natural gas and that was enough to keep me on the street. Living in the country has it's pros but this was definitely a con. It took the local fire department about 10 minutes to get to the house. Within that amount of time the fire had engulfed probably 75% of the house and the entire area was so smoky. Carson was excited to see all of the fire trucks and such but it really made me reevaluate everything.
Those firemen ran to that house without flinching. I have never seen a house on fire before that wasn't just for practice. We left when another township's fire trucks started showing up because we were on a one lane road and we didn't want to be in the way. I can only hope that those people have a place to sleep tonight either with help from family and friends or the Red Cross.
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