First thing was first... Aimee and I aren't ones to miss a perfectly good photo op:
or twenty...
From there, it was off to the corn maze.
I've never been in a corn maze before, but my map-reading skills are apparently horrible, because we quickly got lost in the dark, corny jungle.
Soon, the babies came across a tunnel. Was it the way out?!
We had no idea, but you couldn't have paid Mason to crawl through that thing. Luckily, fearless Madelynn was happy to take the lead.
On the other side of the tunnel was... the buried treasure!
Uninterested in gold and jewels and quickly approaching starvation, the babies shared the only morsel of food in our possession:
Refueled and energized, Mase and Mads escaped the corn maze. But our adventures proved to be far from over when Mason spotted something strange in the distance.
Mads, always one step ahead, was already scoping out the... um.. uh.. sheep?
Goats? I have no idea. All I know is, those things were scarier than getting lost in a corn maze with two babies and no Micky Cheese.
Staring that bugger right the face, Mase shouted out his first animal sound: "baahhhhh!" although the noises these sheep made were far from a friendly little "bahh".
Eventually, we picked out our pumpkins and called it a day.
But not before weighing my pumpkin - 27 pounds!
Mase's favorite part of the afternoon? Sitting with the pumpkins in the wagon ride back to the car.
The only thing tougher than navigating our way through a corn maze is going to be carving pumpkins with a 17-month-old. Stay tuned..
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