• 16:18 Lovely time at our first corn maze with MamaJenn, Preston, Grayson! Thanks!

The corn was SO tall! And the sky lovely blue above, with occasional glimpses of gorgeous foliage where the hillside rose enough behind them.

After meandering slowly (me) and racing up and back (kids and Jenn), we found the treat tokens and the 5 clues, but no painted ears. We did learn that the paths made (from above) the shapes of a barn, a silo, and a tractor. How is this done? Can a corn-planting machine be made to lay seed in patterns like a sewing machine can be programmed?

We lounged on the grass near rows of for-sale pumpkins for a picnic, and then bought some brownies from a local school fundraiser, a few tiny gourds, and petted a young Bernese Mountain Dog. I got (unsurpisingly) that much more sore* but it was pretty well worth it.

Mo and I came home, chilled out, my on the couch resting my pelvis joints and working on our Hallowe'en ears and him playing some PBS kids games online** until he talked me into getting up to feed him and make some paper airplane thing...

* The front bone in your pelvis is actually a joint, bound strongly with ligaments. When (if) your body is preparing to deliver a baby, this starts (ideally) to stretch, in part because the baby's head is pressing the hell down on it most of the goddamn time --ahem--at least near the end of the pregnancy. It can hurt. Mine hurts like hell for about half of my waking hours (the other half it's either rested from the night or I'm doing something else and not paying attention to it).

** I try to limit him: One hour of banal repetitive DVD I hide from v. one hour of online somewhat educational games that I can observe while working. Only sometimes it's both. I feel vaguely guilty the whole damn time (why are we not helping each other with chores, doing crafts, building castles, playing music, ...?) even though I know my own grandmother, who I respected deeply, allowed me a similar hour. Ah well! Parenting. Silly thing.