After our morning at Bearizona and afternoon naps, we decided to find a pumpkin patch, and my Google search and review stalking did not disappoint. I found Viola’s Flower Garden. A local nursery turned pumpkin patch. It was from something out of a movie. Ridiculously picture perfect in every way and decorated to a T. Beautiful pumpkins of every variety, games for the kids, a straw maze and even a pumpkin painting station. Every little nook and cranny was carefully crafted for the holiday, and there were fabulous photo ops everywhere we turned. We especially liked the sleeping skeletons in the casket. Walker made sure to shhh us as to not wake them. The colors were the perfect shade of Fall all around us and we found a few pumpkins to take home. Mine was $26 (omg!), but worth it for the little Hocus Pocus feels we got from strolling through the garden. Loved all the charm throughout. And loved the smiles and delight my boys got out of it.
What can I say, Easter was wonderful this year. It’s a very special day to celebrate indeed, that he has risen! And what’s even more special is listening to Jace tell the story about Jesus dying on the cross and rising from the grave after. Before we went to service at our church, the boys looked for their Easter buckets and quickly went to town on all the toys and goodies. Walker especially loved his mini basketball hoop!
Wow! What a blur these holidays were! And so much I don’t want to forget. Thought I’d do a little Christmas recap, in the theme of 12 days or “things” I want to remember, starting with a little project Jace and me did one afternoon over the break. We made elf hats! And Mr. Jace insisted on wearing it for the week straight, even on the strolls to the market, he wore it. Such a cutie that one. We did so many art projects this holiday. Our house was decorated with cotton ball Santa beards, snowflakes and home-made ornaments.
This weekend we boarded the Santa Cruz Holiday Lights Train at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk (put on by Roaring Camp) and although I want to say it was all that, it really wasn’t. I was quite scarred from the experience actually. Of course I was warned as to how ruthless the crowd can get if you’re not there early enough to get a seat, but I was not prepared for what I saw with my own two eyes. What I had hoped would be a magical Christmas-y night, like when we did Polar Express last year, was a stressful, uncoordinated night on all parts. Rob and I didn’t communicate the best and he was getting food, while I needed him to get the car seat and stroller back to the car before the train came. I was in line early, only to be left with two kids and a bag full of corn dogs and ketchup oozing all over the place, and a monster crowd of rude Santa Cruz @$$holes, pushing their way and cutting me in line. There wasn’t much for me to do by myself, holding an 8-month old, hot chocolate, and everything Jace didn’t want to carry, while Rob was loading stuff back in the car. All the friendly people around me at the start immediately became oblivious to my baggage (literally) and turned into cutting, push you back, I don’t care people. I even felt bad for the elf conductors taking tickets who were verbally bashed and talked down to.