Quinlynne went on her first field trip in Kindergarten. She begged & begged for me to go & "help". I could think of no good reason to get me out of it. I just didn't know how I was going to be with other people's kids! As you may know, my patience does not rank up there with Job's. I rode out to the pumpkin patch, which was about 20 or so miles away- maybe farther with another mom who is a friend of mine. Her daughter goes to another school. It was about 45 minutes before Quinlynne got there. Luckily, I was only put in charge of one other little kid. She was a good girl- so I was relieved. This was not the same pumpkin patch where Quinlynne & I usually go. We go to Carmichael's in Bixby, OK. That is the patch where my mom used to take my brother & me. Now- we take our kids there. (As a little side note here...I have tried to do things over & over so Quinlynne will have traditions. I never wanted her to NOT have the same kinds of traditions because we do not have a "traditional" family...ya know...mom, dad & kid(s). I must be succeeding b/c the next week when I announced we were going to the pumpkin patch Quinlynne asked if we were going to "our" pumpkin patch & started telling me all of the things we had to do when we got there. Made me feel good!)
Here are some pictures from her field trip: She got to "milk a cow". I thought that was pretty cute. They had bottles they use for livestock in 5 gallon puckets with water inside. The kids squeezed the bottle nipples & "milked" the cows.
They got to rope a "calf" while they were on a "horse". Quinylnne was very sad when I told her she had to throw away her lunch bag. She had worked so hard on that bag. Can you see the pumpkin towards the bottom? This was the face she gave me when I told her we weren't going to carry it around & she needed to throw it away.
The kids got to have gunny sack races. Very cute. Overall- it was a good first field trip. I only scared one kid. He kept on throwing this dried corn all over & this other chaperone asked him to stop several times. He'd look at her & ignore her. I told him to stop. Again- ignored us. I finally grabbed his arm, got down on his level, looked him in the eye & very calmly told him to STOP throwing the corn. We weren't going to ask again. I'm pretty sure he wet his pants.