Yesterday afternoon (after grocery shopping, laundry, swimming lessons...) we headed up the coast to Half Moon Bay on our annual pumpkin farm visit. On the way there we passed this stretch of beach where there always seem to be at least a dozen people kitesurfing. Since this is less than 20 miles from my house, it is entirely possible that there are people I pass in the grocery store every week who own their own kitesurfing equipment and do this every weekend. Every time we drive by I have a surreal "wow, we really live in California" moment.
Up at the pumpkin farm, the first order of business is always the 2 acre hay maze. We've been doing this most years since 2005, even if I was 8 1/2 months pregnant, because we love a good maze. The first few years we carried/dragged the kids through the maze; this might be the first year they had even more fun than we did. There's a time after you first have kids where you stop doing a lot of the things you used to do, and start doing things you never would have done before (children's museums, anyone?). This is all fine and normal and all, but it's nowhere near as cool as doing things you used to do, going places you used to go, bringing your kids, and watching them have a blast.
After the maze we all picked out our pumpkins - and took the obligatory pictures-of-boy(s)-in-field-of-pumpkins.
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After we finished up at the pumpkin farm, we headed a few miles further up the coast for dinner at Cameron's. It's a family favorite. There are double decker buses, video games, TV screens, plenty of space, a pretty extensive kids menu, and a full bar. It's exciting enough for the kids that they stay entertained while we have a conversation, but familiar enough they don't forget to go to the bathroom. And I can get a whole plate of fried brussel sprouts.
Pictured: ice cream, not brussel sprouts. After dessert, we threw the boys in their PJs and headed for home, where we moved their sleeping selves from the car to their beds.
Good day, Fortney family!
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