Maybe if I write the words, I'll finally remember them -- Mila loves when we do something new. Forget routine and predictable days, the girl thrives on changing things up. I need to remember that because I keep forgetting and we fall into a rut, but then we do something fun and I'm all "OMG SHE IS SO HAPPY WEEEEEE!"
Pumpkin patch. Corn maze. Those things are wonderful and fantastic and amazing.
If ever you are in a situation where your life is literally dependent on escaping a maze, IGNORE MILA'S DIRECTIONS. She is terrible and awful at navigating people out of a maze. Do. Not. Follow. Her.
If you need someone to feed goats, though, Mila is your expert. She will happily feed goats for hours and hours and hours. She doesn't care if the goats headbutt her. She doesn't care if the goats taste her pigtails. She doesn't care if the goats lick her hands and try to eat her. She really super likes feeding the goats, y'all.
And she likes roaming through the fields of pumpkins.
Basically, everything about going to a pumpkin patch is a good thing as far as Mila is concerned. Maybe that's why the thing that happened just before we left was a thing that she thought was hilarious. Maybe she was just delirious from all of the fun and she giggled because she had been giggling for hours. Or maybe she's really enough of a nut to think this was fun.
The mission: jump from the top of the hay to the soft pile of hay below.
Except the big girls forgot to make sure Mila jumped high enough and, well, just know she came up laughing and asking to do it again.
We gotta do more fun stuff. The photos alone are worth it.