Wasps were once again unwelcome guests, and Friday night, right after the girls went to bed, Lucia called down to us from the top of the stairs for something, put her hand on the railing--and got stung by a wasp that had been sitting there. She'd never been stung by a bee or wasp before, so we put her to bed on the couch for an hour so we could make sure she didn't have a reaction. (Once she got over the pain and surprise of the sting, she was pretty pleased to be able to sleep next to me on the couch.)
Saturday was pretty much the perfect New Hampshire day. We set out first thing for a nearby farm for pumpkin picking, and the girls had a fantastic time selecting pumpkins, riding in a wagon, and dashing through a corn maze. We had to cajole them out of the maze with a promise of apples and cider donuts in the farmhouse, which we ate overlooking the river.
|When requested to smile, Lucia chose a jack-o-lantern smile.|
|When requested to smile, they instead chose to make "corn faces."|
|Greta is beside herself with pumpkin excitement.|
Later in the afternoon, we took a long nature walk to the part of the woods the girls call the "fairy forest." They'd brought their fairy dolls specifically for this purpose, and once we reached the spot, they were completely immersed in their little fairy world--traipsing off on long walks, putting their fairies to bed on moss, selecting mushrooms and other snacks for them. Andrew, his dad, and I were able to just sit down and enjoy the quiet of the woods.
As usual, the heat stopped working during the day on Saturday--we'd run out of oil--but the day was mild enough that it didn't really matter. Sunday was a little rainy and chilly, but we survived, and we spent as much time outside as we could: visiting the pond (frog-less now), and another long nature walk to the back meadow. After nap- and quiet-time, we celebrated Greta's birthday (a day early) with brownies and presents. Lucia and Greta spent the rest of the afternoon playing with their new Strawberry Shortcake friends. We finished off our Sunday with dinner at Pizza Chef, and then changed the girls into their pj's and drove home.
A short trip, yes, but it's always worth it. We'll be making one more trip up in a couple of weeks, and then we'll bid a sad goodbye for the winter.