We got there and they had some different animal are as...one goats (that climbed on the roof of their house...weird), one turkeys and one horsey. Fuzz immediately took off to the corn maze and could've been in that the entire night. He ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and
ran. Since there was still a ton to see we made him come out of there. Just for those of you that think I have the perfect child (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha), you can see he had a timeout right outside the entrance after he gave me a love tap ;)
After the corn maze, they had a wooden choo-choo with ladders all over it and Fuzz was in heaven. He wasn't sure what to do first and just climbed all over this thing. He then pulled one of his Thomas trains out and introduced the mini train to the big train.
We ate dinner next to the choo-choo and Fuzz absolutely INHALED his hot dog for fear that
the choo choo might go somewhere. He literally ate about two bites at the table and then shoved the whole rest of it in his mouth so he could go back to playing. We had to force him to stop so he didn't choke on it.
After the choo-choo/dinner, we went for a tractor ride through the woods and up to the actual orchard itself. Fuzz really had very little interest in picking/eating the apples as he did with the tractor, choo-choo, animals, etc...I put him on my shoulders to try and let him get at the high ones, but he wanted to get back on the tractor ride. We were in the apple orchard for about 5 minutes total. All in all, a great night though as Fuzz crashed the second we got home.
We are visiting another apple orchard in Jordan on Monday with his girlfriend "Kaffrin" so hopefully we have just as much fun :)
Oh and Fuzz's new thing is that whenever Reese cries, he looks at her and asks, "what's wrong sweetie?" David asks her that so that is where Fuzz picked that up. Hilarious all the same...
1 comment:
AAAADORABLE!
I love the pic of you and Fuzz together... and I can only imagine what a good BIG brother he is to little Reese (who I have STILL not met!!)xx
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