Hay Maze

Last night my family and I went to the hay maze. Of course, Jeff came with us. (I mean that in a very good way, I just worded it that way, because you can all pretty much assume Jeff will be joining us on most of our family outings from here on out. He's pretty much family.) It was a ton of fun. We didn't leave our house until 6:30, and the hay maze closes at dusk, so we didn't get to stay for very long. Still the time we did have, was fun. When we got there, we first went and looked at all the animals. We found a few baby kittens, which me and my sisters tried to catch (with no such luck), they were very skirmish and unfriendly. We petted the horse, the goats, and the ugly emu. There was also a donkey, but there was a sign on it's cage that read: "Don't pet me! I bite." Normally, I might be tempted to test the sign...but I saw it's teeth and decided to just trust the sign. That was probably wise of me. After we looked at all the animals, Jeff and I raced each other through the tiny kid hay maze. It was actually more difficult than it looked. Jeff made it through within a 60 seconds, I couldn't figure it out and ended up jumping over a wall to get out. By now, it was getting dark and we were the only one's there (other than the workers). We decided to quickly run through the maze before we left. Jeff and I went off through one door, and Shelbie and Shaylah went through the other door. My dad and the boys followed behind us a few minutes later. We spent about twenty minutes running through the dark, trying to scare each other. Sometimes we scared them, sometimes they scared us...er, uh...me. (Ahem.) After we played in the maze for a while, it was time to go. But of course, before we left, we had to take pictures. (lol...my family is notoriously known for taking pictures on outings.) We first took several pictures of all of us kids and Jeff. Then, my mom wanted to take a picture of just Jeff and I. As we are smiling into the camera, I sensed that someone was behind us. After a few pictures were taken, I turned around, expecting to see Shannen...but it was my dad. My dad had been standing behind us through all the pictures (of us kids and of Jeff and I.) It was really quite comical. Then, my mom wanted to take a picture of Jeff and my dad. That was so hilarious!! They sat down next to each other on a bale of hay, and randomly, Jeff grabbed my dad's hand. This picture is a riot! Neither of them are being serious, they're holding hands and have the most ridiculous expression on their face. Us onlookers were dying, we were laughing so hard. My mom(who was taking the picture) could barely steady the camera long enough to snap the picture. (As a humorous side note: as I was typing this part of my post, Jeff and I were texting. Out of no where (remember, this is as I am writing about this situation) he texts: "So I wonder what your dad thought when I held his hand." Ha ha, what perfect timing! Lol...if only he could have seen my dad's face!! He looked so shocked! Afterwards, you could tell that he appreciated that glimpse of Jeff's Ney humor. He (my dad) couldn't stop smirking.) After my dad and Jeff took their picture together, it was my turn to take a picture of my parents. Of course, everyone had to try to sneak into that picture as well! It took countless shots before I got one of just them. We finally headed home. We ate dinner at 8:00, and while the kids cleaned the kitchen, Jeff and I sat on the couch and talked. After the kitchen was cleaned, the girls, Jeff and I all ate ice cream. He hung out until 10:00, then he went home. Thus ending another wonderful evening together.

Here are some pictures from last night: