Corn in Your Pants...

Each fall, we look forward to visiting a corn maze as a family.  For some reason, one of the things that the kids look forward to most is playing in the huge "corn box," which is kind of like a sand box, but with zillions and zillions of dried-out corn kernels instead of sand.

 

The kids all beg to get buried in the corn.  Arden had to go first, but she was so wiggly that she kept rising to the top of the corn pile and we never did get her buried properly.  Surprisingly, Dax was much better at holding still, and we completely covered him up:



 Cora was next.  She was a little squirmy too, and couldn't hold her hands still.  Plus, she was giggling the whole time and I was worried corn was going to get in her mouth.  But here was the final result.  Not too bad.

 Somehow, they talked me into getting buried next.  I have avoided this every other year, but before I knew it, I was neck deep.  Even a bunch of other kids who I didn't know helped bury me because they thought it was so funny.  Here I am smiling:

 I will admit, once I got out of the corn and realized how many zillions of kernels of corn ended up on the insides of my clothes and in my boots, I wasn't smiling so much.  You would be amazed at the dozens and dozens of pieces of corn that I was shedding for the rest of the night.  Here is a tip for you...don't get buried in the corn unless you are wearing some sort of corn-proof suit.  Unless, of course,  you like to have corn in your shirt.  And your hair.  And your boots.  And your pants.  You get the idea.  Just a little tip from me to you.  You'll thank me later.

Anyway.....we did most of the other activities before we got around to doing the maze.  The kids LOVE the little train they have, and so I shoved myself into a barrel so Cora wouldn't have to go alone.  The way the kids laughed on this ride, you would think it was better than Lagoon!

They also have a bunch of fun slides set up.  This is the big one, made from a really big pipe or something.  Dax LOVED it.  Arden loved it.  Cora got up to the top with Preston, took one look down that big black hole and refused to come down.  Oh well.

 This year, we went on a "hayride" (which had absolutely NO HAY, so I don't see how they can call it a hay ride.  Sure, the trailer we sat it was pulled by a tractor, but we were sitting on benches made of wood.  No hay in sight.  But I digress...)

We got to each pick out our very own pumpkin from the pumpkin patch!  We all of course decided we wanted nice, big pumpkins.  The bigger the pumpkin, the better right?  Sounds great!

Sounds great....until Preston and I had to figure a way to get 5 fairly large pumpkins all the way across the huge parking lot to the car after each and every kid decides their pumpkin is too heavy for them to carry for more than 2 feet.  I had a pumpkin in each arm, and Preston had a pumpkin in each arm, and there was still one more pumpkin sitting on the ground at Arden's feet.  Luckily, Preston discovered his talent to balance three pumpkins at a time.  Atta boy.

By the time we actually got the fairly large but INCREDIBLY heavy pumpkins into the car, night was coming in.  We walked back and decided we better get into the the corn maze itself since it was getting a little dark.  We are actually pretty good at finding our way through the maze with the help of the maps they hand out, but I was so busy keeping track of where we were on the map that I didn't take any pictures.  The kids all had a great time running ahead in the maze and hiding in the corn and then jumping out and yelling "BOO!" at each other.  I was a little worried that Dax was going to run too far ahead and we would not be able to find him in the maze (we have seen this happen to other families in prior years) but luckily we all made it out of the maze together.  The kids wanted to go back in and try the harder part of the maze, but luckily they were giving out free donuts that night and so we talked the kids into another free donut instead.  I love free donuts.  They taste better somehow, don't you think?

We missed the pig races this year, but we played on more slides, banged on some farm equipment in the "percussion" center, watched some people shoot corn cobs out of a cannon, played on a see-saw (Arden and Daxton weigh about the same so they could have gone for HOURS), looked at the farm animals, listened to the live music they had playing, and then did it all again. 

But I made sure we steered clear of the "corn box" for the rest of the evening. 

See you next year, corn maze!