Redemption

Forewarning: There is nothing particularly funny or entertaining about this post, but it’s my way of documenting my kids life in video since I have done a really shoddy job of doing that up to this point. If you need a little G fix…or a dose of my uber-country bumpkin accent… forge ahead.

Ok, now that we got that disclosure statement out of the way, let me tell yall about our SECOND trip to the pumpkin patch this month. After that first trip, I was feeling like a glutton for punishment for attempting a second trip. But surprisingly, this time around was GREAT! We went to Old Baker Farm in Harpersville to scope out their vendor booths for next year. I was really impressed with everything they had going on there.

We put G in the stroller, and took his leash backpack as the backup plan. The stroller lasted longer than I really anticipated, so we strolled around and checked out the vendor booths. Then we watched a couple of Native American dances and heard some of their history.

That was when I discovered that I didn’t have a camera card in my camera. Go figure.

But I did have my handy lil Flip video with me. So I captured Garrett’s first horse experience on film.

A horse is a horse, of course, of course, and no one can talk to a horse of course. That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed.

I don’t think this was Mr. Ed. But it was a nice horse either way. Until I tried to fluff his bangs and he tried to take a nibble of my arm. But aside from that, we were cool. And no I don’t have that on video… But here is G petting him again.

After that we went through the corn maze backwards. Lemme tell ya– it ain’t easy to push a stroller through a corn maze. So J took Garrett ahead and forged the trail while I bumpitybumped across all the corn with the stroller and the video.

Then we headed over to check out the chickens and turkeys and geeses where we all quack quacked for a while.

And that’s it… that is all the documentation I have of that wonderful day, because I didn’t have my camera card with me.

But I think it was better that way. It forced me to step out from behind my camera and actually enjoy the little moments of life that I tend to miss because I’m all mamarazzi and snapping photos of G like a mad-woman.

Maybe I will purposefully leave my camera card at home next time.

Or not.

How bout every other time?

Surely we can compromise on this.