Easter

Okay I know, Easter was nearly two weeks ago. But after working out some stuff on the back end of my blog, which took me longer than expected, I am finally ready to post these pictures!

A couple thoughts on Easter:

First of all, you should know that Easter is my favorite holiday. It’s just so inherently joyful! And I also love it because it isn’t so hyped up as, say, Christmas. But also because of the relative lack of hype, I sometimes feel a little disappointed if it doesn’t turn out just so. Like for example, last year we only sang one Easter hymn during the whole Easter Sunday church service. And it wasn’t even my favorite one. Granted,  Mormons don’t usually celebrate Easter too much differently than an average Sunday, but c’mon! What’s Easter without rockin’ out some Easter hymns. This year, we sang a whole bunch of Easter songs, and I was seated right next to the organ, too, so I got to belt ’em out as loud as I wanted because that organ was way louder.

Second, the weather was perfect. I mean gorgeous. Sunny and a little warm with blooming flowers everywhere, just like it should be.

And finally, we all looked great in our Easter Sunday outfits. Pretty sure I took way too many pictures of Winter because she looked so adorable in her dress!

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First Corn Maze

Today Garrett and I took the kids to Cross E Ranch’s Fall Festival. Apparently Utah has a thing for corn mazes because they’re pretty much everywhere. This particular one was less than 10 minutes from our house, and we’re planning to take the kids to another one by Garrett’s parents’ house next weekend. But today marked William’s and Winter’s and my first corn maze ever!

Cross E Ranch is really an amazing place. It’s an actual working farm where the owners farm for a living and have no other side jobs. They have worked a spring and fall festival into their business plan, and this year was their first time doing the Fall Festival and Corn Maze. I was so impressed! Not like I have anything to compare it to, but they seemed to really have a great system, and the activities and atmosphere were great. On the hayride, we got to go out into the cow pasture where we weaved through a heard of purebred Angus cows who had been bread by the current owner’s late father for their good looks. They really were beautiful cows! And the owner told us all about the farm’s story, including some of the joys of farming and some of the struggles of doing it in a city. Such an amazing day. Plus there were baby pigs, so there’s that too.

A Day at Wheeler Farm

 

It’s that awkward time of the year again when pretty much everyone wants it to be fall– as evidenced by all the pumpkin spice stuff hitting the shelves– but summer is not quite ready to give up yet and it’s still blazing hot most days. Yesterday it got up to somewhere around 90 degrees, but it was overcast and breezy most of the day– we even got some little rain showers here and there– so it didn’t actually feel quite as hot. I, therefore, had no issue whatsoever with hauling the kids off to Wheeler Historic Farm for the better part of the day and soaking in some cozy autumn vibes despite the heat.

For those of you unfamiliar with Wheeler Farm, it’s pretty amazing. It’s a working farm, so the animals there serve an agricultural purpose rather than being like a zoo. But it’s also a public park, which means it’s free to get in and you can just wander around pretty much anywhere at your leisure. There are some extras that you can pay for, like milking a cow, or taking a ride around the back 40 on a tractor-pulled trailer. We chose the latter, and it was well worth the $5. After the ride was over, William walked up to the driver and said, “Thank you, Old McDonald.” …and then repeated that five or six times as two-year-olds do. Hehe. So polite.

Winter was there too, of course, but she rode in my Wildbird ring sling the entire time. I can say pretty confidently that overall she did not enjoy the outing as much as William did.

William, on the other hand, was pretty much in heaven! I think we were there for about two and a half hours, and by the time we finally left, it was way past lunch time and heading into serious nap time territory. But regardless of how many times I mentioned food (William must have been starving), I had to drag him to the car crying to get him to go home. The meltdown was definitely short in comparison to two plus hours of pure excitement, though. We will definitely be going back soon!