As I am still gimped up, Russ was Vivi's partner in crime for all activities at the Pumpkin Patch. I must admit, I was a little jealous, as some of the activities looked like and absolute blast.
Going down the 40-foot slide. Purely for Vivi's sake, of course. Because she looks like she's having the better time in this photo.
Or, going on a train ride around the entire pumpkin patch.
Awesome! Honestly, I could have gone on this one, but the woman next to me kept making snarky comments about how little kids were having to wait in line because every mom/dad/grandma/friend, etc had to pile on with each child. And while I found her rather rude, I kind of agreed. So I stayed behind.
One also needs a parent to play "field bunker" with the haystack.
"Dad, the enemy is close. I say at dawn, WE CHARGE."
And someone needs to catch you when you jump off of said haystack!
Other activities I was okay with missing out on. My mom is from Wallace (don't feel badly if you do not know where this is, as 99.999% of the world is right there with you). I have sat upon my fair share of tractors.
However, I am not sure I ever sat there with such an adorable sense of determination. John Denver, eat your heart out!