Back Home Again in Indiana
Fun fact: when you wait until the last weekend of October and the weather’s not what you’d call great, the pumpkin patch is half price! Granted the pumpkins left in said patch are sad and rotting, but there are no lines for the activities which means you can ride the train 536 times in a row so it all works out. We went to Stuckey Farms as per tradition and missed the pig race this year because our timing was terrible, but we still got to shoot the apple cannons (Boogser’s favorite part was loading the apples) and demolish some apple cider donuts so tradition remains mostly intact.
I finished reading Origin last week, and my burning question is. . .what did the Catholic Church do to Dan Brown? We’ve hit vendetta stage at this point.
When we asked Boogs what he wanted to be for Halloween, he told us a superhero. We got that narrowed down to Spider Man, I bought the costume, and 2 days later he said he wanted to be Elsa. Unfortunately for him, we already had the tags off the Spider Man costume at that point so he was stuck with Spider Man. Thankfully he was 100% on board with being Spider Man when the time came. And he was 1000% on board with trick or treating. He got to go once at the school Halloween carnival last Friday night and again on Wednesday, and his little mind was blown with how much candy he had. Oddly enough, he hasn’t really asked to eat any of it.
In today’s edition of things that are totally normal, I tried some new hot chocolate. . .that’s made with mushrooms. It’s from Four Sigmatic and technically it’s hot cacao, but it’s supposed to help you calm the hell down and sleep which are 2 things I’m very on board with (it also has very little sugar which is a third thing I’m very on board with). I first tried it with water like it said to and that was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever ingested, but the other night I made it with milk and that was delectable. The jury’s still out on whether it helps me sleep better, but it’s at least nice to have a low sugar hot chocolate option this winter.
Boogs is once again smuggling toys out of school. I could hear him playing with something in the backseat on the way home yesterday and couldn’t figure out what it was, but he’s also known to squirrel things away in the cup holders of his car seat so I didn’t think too much about it. When I went to get him out of the car, though, he proudly told me, “My toys!” and held up 2 giraffes he’d swiped from school. At least they were hidden in his jacket pocket this time instead of in his pants leg like a prison shiv.