Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Picking and the Carving

Do you ever feel judged?  I do.  For the most part it’s when I go to the doctor.  I have had a lot of “check-ups” lately.  The dentist… judged on my teeth.  The eye doctor… judged on my vision.  The OBGYN… well, you know lots of judging there too.  Well, yesterday, I went to the eye doctor.  I honestly am not a fan of any of these visits.  But while I was there the office manager was updating my file and asking me questions.  One question was: "What are your hobbies?"  I just sat there for a second kind of dumfounded that I couldn't think of anything.  Am I that boring???  I kind of laughed and said, “Well, I enjoy blogging, and being with my family.”  Then it occurred to me that “my people” (family) are my hobby.  I am happiest when I am with “my people” and it really doesn't matter what we are doing, as long as we’re together. 

I've never had huge goals and aspirations in life.  As a small child I remember wanting to be three things: a teacher, a wife, and a mother.  Check.  Check.  Check.  Looks like I can cross all three things off.  My job is to be a wife and mother right now and I am enjoying it to the best of my ability.  So there you go office manager, my hobby is “my people”.

I’m into traditions.  Ever since I became a mom I found it to be very necessary to buy and carve pumpkins.   We have done so since Ford made his grand entrance back in 2009.  I also find it essential to document these traditions.  So here we go… Our 2014 pumpkin picking….

Ford went big.
John Brantley went small.
And after one picks their prized pumpkin there comes the night when Daddy carves them.  We are old school at the Lamar household.  We don’t buy the fancy pants carving kits, oh no.  We use a permanent marker and go from there!!!
Ford drew a “map” as he called it, of what he wanted our pumpkin to look like.
Good job, Representative Daddy
Picking the goo out of the pumpkin…
And there she is…
After the big carve Ford ran across a bag of pacifiers I had stashed away.  Ohhh how Ford loved a “pappy” for years (3 to be exact).  John Brantley never gave them the time of day until last night.
My sweet friend, Mrs. Pam Simpson, is a faithful blog follower of mine.  She and I taught together for 2 years, and she usually texts me after a post to give her thoughts and feelings on what I’ve said on that particular entry.  The other day she showed up with two gallon sized ziplock bags full of goods for my boys.  They were ecstatic.  It was as if Santa had come 2 months early.  Thank you for making their day!!!
My granddaddy turned 90 on Monday.  After I grabbed Ford from school we headed over to Oxford to see him at the VA.  He was wiped out from his hour long therapy session and desperately wanted a nap, but we still visited a while.
All the tricking and the treating is about to begin.  Stay tuned for more posts….

Monday, October 27, 2014

Round 1 and Round 2 to Cedar Hill Farm

I had the distinct honor of going on not one but two field trips last week.  Ironically, (sarcasm for those who live around here) they were both to Cedar Hill Farm. 

 On Tuesday I got to go with Ford’s school.  It started off rather chilly, but ended up being a gorgeous day.  This wasn't his first rodeo.  I would say he has been 7 or 8 times.  He knew the drill.

Feeding the animals….
 For Ford’s sake, I hope he grows taller than the girls one day.  I just don’t have very big kids.
 Pony ride...
 Train ride...
 I could have easily taken Bitty on the field trip with us, but I figured we needed some special one on one Ford and Momma time.  It was a sweet day!
 Cooper and Ford
 On the hayride to the pumpkin patch…
 Each child got to pick one pie sized pumpkin.  And here she is…
 Mrs. Beverly's 4K class
 What a great day with my Fordman!!!
The very next day it was time for Round 2 of Cedar Hill fun.  Now it was Bitty’s turn.  Ford was super jealous and kept asking if he could miss school and come with us.  I told him no because he had his special day already.  John Brantley’s field trip day was a bit chillier than Ford’s though.
 Feeding the animals...
 I think John Brantley might have little man syndrome.  He is the smallest child in his class, yet he demanded to ride the biggest pony out there!!!
 Waiting on the train...
 Train ride...
 "I tough, momma!!!"
 Riding the hayride to the pumpkin patch...
 He quickly decided which pie pumpkin he wanted...
 Suzy and John Brantley stopping for a snack.
 You can't leave Cedar Hill without driving the antique red tractor.
 So thankful to be able to spend two special days with my favorite little men.

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