Since Ben’s birthday was yesterday, we joined them at Underwood Farms for a playdate party. Unfortunately, it was also spring break, so Underwood decided to jack up their prices and strew tacky Easter eggs everywhere for the week. (Somehow I don’t find enormous pumpkins tacky–I just object to minivan sized Easter baskets.)
The farmhand yelled at the boys who were actually playing with the balls, er, eggs. They were JUST for taking pictures!
It was sunny.
I got this stupid idea that since everyone else was taking pictures of their kids with the huge fake eggs, I should too.
The kids did not cooperate.
I found myself screaming at the girls to hold on to their eggs while Tommy fought a losing battle with Janie.
Susie was not amused.
And just when they all sortof looked toward the camera, I realized I was taking a picture of them next to a huge, tacky Easter basket.
I gave up. Ben wanted to ride the train, so I shelled out $12 for the kids to ride the train. After $24 to get us in the front gate!
The kids spent the most time looking at the psychotic robotic singing chickens. At least that part was free.
I’m staying away from the farm until fall…
Hahahah!!! That basket is ridiculous but definitely something children would find wonderful! 🙂 I can rarely get good posed pictures out of my kids, which is why I like to say that I have a “photo journalist” style of photography…its just a fancy name for I-can’t-rangle-my-kids-into-normal-pictures!
Ha, Bethany, great way to spin it!