Last weekend of summer..

Before I begin, thanks for all the kind and encouraging comments on my last post. This was the first enjoyable post to write in a long time...

Oooooh do I have trouble saying goodbye, especially to summer. But I kind of already did it when we went back to school. This weekend gifted us the most gorgeous weather and time to take us wherever the wind blows. Or where the sunflowers grow, I guess.


An Instagram photo of a gorgeous sunflower field in Yellow Springs caught my eye on Friday night, and I asked the kids if they wanted to go the next day. This would be our fourth trip to YS in a year, so they actually knew what I was offering. YES! I promised a stop at Young's, after the flower field. 

This is terrible, but #realmom time. I have found that the easiest way to make my kids happy on a road trip is to stop at a gas station on the way out of town. We pick 2 snacks (yeah, not organic and grass-fed) and a bottle of water for each. The novelty of food not brought from our house is enough to keep them happy for most of the trip.

We were there in no time, and this trip seems shorter each time. And the field was gorgeous!  Both kids were as excited as I was (maybe not as excited as Larkyn, who proclaimed it "the best day of my life!"





There were approximately 6700000 bees, so I was a little wary, but we got a few photos and then I just let them run free. Not too free, because it is near a super busy road and half of Ohio was in town to visit said flowers.





When we started being destructive with sticks and doing backward somersaults, showing the world our undies, it was time to head to Young's. 

Let it be known: I LOVE COWVIN's CORRAL. A shaded bounce house, corn bin, slides and ride-on equipment for $4/kid is my idea of mom Heaven. They were so happy.




Do not make me leave this pool of corn. EVER. 

She used this pose the entire way down the slide. Every time. 


We took a quick look at the animals, and a nice man gave Larkyn the rest of his goat feed to give the animals. Rhys was hell-bent on getting his fingers pecked off by turkeys, but she was really into feeding the animals once the man showed her they wouldn't bite.  We planned to get ice cream, but as usual, the line was WAY too long for this mama, and we headed home. I have an idea for a fasts or a pager system at Young's...


"No, Rhys, this is not for you. This is not chocolate."






That night was the church festival across the street from our house. Every year since we moved here, we have walked across High Street to Saint Michael's for the rides and general chaos of festivals. Only this time, Rhys could ride too! We had a late night and too much sugar, but so much fun.





What a lovely night of funnel cakes and ice cream. I am never going to bed tonight. #truth

Our Labor Day was spent playing at Shale Hollow and having Nana over for a Labor Day picnic. Daddy had to work, so no cookout. If there is one upside to your husband having to work/be in school a LOT, it is that the menu becomes your decision. So, fried chicken it was!





I am grateful for the 3 days signaling the end of summer and letting us pause to drink it all in...

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