"I just love driving on hay."

This was said by Jack as we took a turn around the woods on a hayride last night. I was sort of embarrassed. I mean, are we so city-fied that my children can not refer to a hayride in the correct terminology? Sad times. Sad times. HA! More than once I had to correct Jack...haydrive this, haydrive that. It was almost more than I could stand. Still, despite the city-fied ways of my children (HORRORS!), we had a really nice time. The kids roasted weiners, marshmellows, made s'mores (as in, "they're so good I gotta have s'more"...that's about retarded, isn't it?), went for a hay drive (er, ride...), stuffed themselves with spiced cupcakes and nearly froze our tooties off once the sun went down. We really enjoyed experiencing a hayride through the eyes of the kids. At one point in our LONNGG trek, we came upon a really pretty pond just sitting there all by itself with the setting sun making it glow and look like it was on fire. All of the kids started screaming (at the top of their lungs), THE OCEAN!!! I mean, really. I had to giggle. They were so serious. Jack learned how to chew on a hayseed. Sophy called a cow a donkey (again, we really have strayed from our West Texas family heritage...my Papa would come back from the grave to rip my throat out if he knew Sophy had called a cow a donkey...still, she defended her stance and swore to us that it was, in fact, a donkey.) Sam tried to unhitch the trailer from the tractor. I quote him now, "Mom. What does this thing do?" As he tried to unhitch us. All the way home they were telling spooky stories and making each other giggle. I love this time of year and just about most things that go with it. I promised Sam that we would make hot chocolate and sugar cookies tonight and sit on the porch to watch the sunset. Sometimes, he can be so sweet. Sometimes. HA!

I left the camera in the Jeep when we took off, so this was taken pre-hay drive.