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Embrace the Cinnamon, I Say

I’ve been a parent for eight years now. I’ve been a parent of three for almost four. Do you know what this means, don’t you? Forget wisdom, and potty training expertise (HA). Forget lessons in sleep training and breastfeeding survival stories (you’ll never eat cabbage again, let me tell you). I’ve now journeyed through eight years of parenthood, and the only thing I have to show for it is that I now know every pumpkin patch, apple orchard and farm market within a 10-mile radius of my house inside and out.If you live in the suburbs, and you have young children, you know exactly what I mean. Every fall weekend. Every preschool field trip. If it’s September or October, you have been in the trenches, staring out over the top at the rows and rows of apple trees ready to threaten your patience and checkbook, right along with all of your sisters and brothers in parenthood, armed only with the regulation ammunition of an iPhone, tall boots and a single coffee cup. You have carted home more dirty gourds and grimy baby-sized pumpkins than you…

This One’s for You, Amy

There’s a farm market on the other side of our town that, like many small, family-owned farms, opens a play area for children every fall.  It has a “fun fort” in a would-be greenhouse.  It has burlap-sack rides, and corn boxes and animals to feed.  There are tire swings, and hay forts and bean bag games and mazes.  For children, this is a kiddie paradise to fall in, crawl around on, run and leap and slide.  Parents, you know what it means for us…

It means the purchase of quart loads of stain remover.  And an entire three-month season that revolves around picking hay out of shorts, out of socks, out of hair.  I didn’t buy the season pass today, telling myself I didn’t want to fork over that much cash for two children, that we wouldn’t be coming back here often enough to make it worth it.

Yeah, right.  Who am I kidding?