Travelingjenny

On Sunday we visited the crazy place known as Pumpkinland. I had heard about it ever since we moved to Maine, and was slightly afraid to witness the extravaganza in person. But it's just a bunch of Halloween-y things set up on someone's farm, so how crazy could it be? And I certainly didn't want to deprive my children of a fundamental "fall in Maine" experience. So off we went. 

Let me just say that Pumpkinland was unlike anything I've even seen. There was so much to do that I can't even remember it all: a petting zoo, corn maze, tractor rides, bouncy houses, climbing wall, big slide, tricycle course, hay bale climb, dance party (?), fair food, and a huge pumpkin patch. Some things were just too scary, like the Scooby-Doo bouncy house (which the girls decided not to do only after we had waited, and waited, for our turn) and the only slightly haunted fake graveyard (which scared poor Tess to death, even though she never even went in). But bless their hearts, those two little girls walked hand-in-hand right up to the creepy skeleton-face bouncy slide and slid right down, still holding hands. 

So, Pumpkinland was a big hit, and the two sisters handled the excitement — and scariness — beautifully. Now Grace keeps asking me, "What other kinds of 'lands' are there that we can go to?"