I thought that a lovely afternoon date with my two kids at the flower fields would be awesome.
I thought wrong.
They were NAUGHTY!
So very NAUGHTY!
Our first stop was the little park.
Scout thought he was super cool when he went past the caution tape.
All of the much bigger kids looked on in amazement.
I think that fed Scout’s ego.
I think I deflated his ego when I scolded him.
And these few minutes at the park had a detrimental effect on the rest of the day.
Because these were the minutes when he got a few minuscule grains of sand in his shoes that were there to stay for the day.
Icka liked the park. And as of right now — I still really liked her.
Until one of the sweet geriatrics who volunteered had to return her to me and give me a little talking to. I guess she couldn’t hear me when I hollered, “She will make her way back to me….don’t worry.” I couldn’t go and get her myself, because I was helping shoes become sand free.
The rest of the day consisted of a tractor ride where every Asian tourist just kept staring at the main attraction — US. As Scout was trying his hardest to clean out his shoes for a fifth time, he tumbled over backwards and started bawling at the feet of our tractor mates. On the other hand, Icka was completely doubled over the side of the tractor as she yelled, “OUT…OUT…OUT!” I had a good grip on her, but if I were to let go, she would have fallen over the edge.
One of my main points of being there was to get a decent picture of both of them together. I am working on a project, and need a duo shot. SO mid way through the tractor ride, I figured we and the tourists could use a break, so we got off. I found a nice background for a picture, and started to snap.
The gutter wasn’t going to be in our shot, but when Icka decided to escape, I had no choice. I told Scout to grab her, and this is what it became. She ended up with a muddy face and scrapes along her arms and legs.
She didn’t care.
I tried to have them just stand together for a picture, but as soon as Scout would get next to her, she thought it was “tackle time”.
That is where they wrestle all night, and Scout stands still while Icka hugs him and uses her strength to take him to the ground.
So here she is taking him to the ground.
And yes — they ended up on the ground.
The rest of the tractor ride was crazy, and Scout was the main offender this time. I mean — who cares about sand in your shoes that much?
We finally got to a nasturtium display, and I tried for more photos.
Better — but still junk.
Why won’t Icka hold still?
I wanted to leave, but I was determined to get my moneys worth, so we headed for the Sweat Pea Maze. Besides the fact that Scout cried for me to hold him from one end of the field to the other, it was getting better.
Amazing how he was running through the maze without one complaint. But the second he was out — that darn sand showed up again.
Her one saving grace.
I kept smelling the fragrant sweet peas, and when she saw me, she walked 1/2 a step and smelled….another half a step and smelled again. it was a long maze, but at least she redeemed herself a touch.
Our way out was more crying from Scout about sand in his shoes, Icka trying to back bend her way out of my arms, stares and more stares, me telling some spanish workers, “Yo hijos son loco in las cabesas” and them laughing (at my spanish or kids — who knows), a stop at In-N-Out where I told Scout that he could have a hamburger bun with cheese melted on it…to which he was excited…until he saw a hamburger bun with cheese melted on it and melted down, and a few other cool things.
It was miserable.
Completely miserable.
But I kind of thought the whole day was funny.
I am heading out to the U-Pick strawberry field later this week for another potentially torturous adventure.
I’m crossing my fingers.
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