Last month, we headed to the Colorado Pumpkin Patch. Thanks to Groupon, our entire family enjoyed an afternoon of fun for a mere 14 bucks. Not too shabby!
Despite the prior week's off-and-on weather hovering between dank and bleak, we cut out of work and school early (tsk, tsk...shame!) to meet our treasured friends, the Zitzmann's. With our total 8 kiddos in tow, you'd think we'd be overwhelmed; but we actually have a rhythm to the whole system now. So we're a pro unit - sized 12 all.
You can usually tell the two fams apart with their dark hair and our light. But Ben and John are the exceptions: with their blond locks and baby blues, they're honorary Covak's.
And, of course, they've got their partners in the midst of the controlled chaos since each of our three has a closely-aged match in the Zitzmann clan...like Elijah and John Thomas. And Ally and Grace.
They all took turns barreling down the hay ride...
(of course, Grace looks like she's on a horse).
Then they climbed the hay pyramid for this grand shot.
(What's with the peace signs, anyway? Is this the universal gesture of "I don't know what else could possibly exhibit more weird-dom in a snapshot?")
I took tons of pictures that day and was probably thoroughly annoying: a detail Grace graciously pointed out to me at one point on the hay ride. But I cannot regret my pesty pursuit when I look at these marvelous images and recall the crisp mountain air amidst the backdrop of fall colors and a day spent with dear friends.
Without pause, I tell you Zee and I shamelessly coveted this property we espied in the distance during the hay ride. We spiraled through all sorts of wild machinations as to how we could ever afford it...and then relented, resolving ourselves to the notion that coveting may be as good as it ever gets.
But, then, that's family, isn't it? That group of kin - whether by blood or bond - with whom you whimsically imagine life, joyously share memory, and unabashedly embrace relationship.
The day was a blessing.
A memory.
Of family...all the way around.
Despite the prior week's off-and-on weather hovering between dank and bleak, we cut out of work and school early (tsk, tsk...shame!) to meet our treasured friends, the Zitzmann's. With our total 8 kiddos in tow, you'd think we'd be overwhelmed; but we actually have a rhythm to the whole system now. So we're a pro unit - sized 12 all.
You can usually tell the two fams apart with their dark hair and our light. But Ben and John are the exceptions: with their blond locks and baby blues, they're honorary Covak's.
And, of course, they've got their partners in the midst of the controlled chaos since each of our three has a closely-aged match in the Zitzmann clan...like Elijah and John Thomas. And Ally and Grace.
(of course, Grace looks like she's on a horse).While Judd took a more "lay back and close my eyes" approach - proving that just about EVERYTHING kids do shows the quirks of their personalities.
They petted bunnies and goats (shout-out here for the gallon jugs of hand sanitizer).
They petted bunnies and goats (shout-out here for the gallon jugs of hand sanitizer).
(What's with the peace signs, anyway? Is this the universal gesture of "I don't know what else could possibly exhibit more weird-dom in a snapshot?")
While the bigger kids sampled the fall fun, our littlest troop member, Jake, hung out on his Daddy's back...and chirped not ONE sound the whole afternoon. Which is, as an aside, exactly what I'd do if you plugged me with a Nuk and hauled me around in the warm rays...but I'd boast less style than Jakers, of course, because as the binkie says, he makes being cute look easy.
I took tons of pictures that day and was probably thoroughly annoying: a detail Grace graciously pointed out to me at one point on the hay ride. But I cannot regret my pesty pursuit when I look at these marvelous images and recall the crisp mountain air amidst the backdrop of fall colors and a day spent with dear friends. How else could I have gotten these marvelous shots???
Without pause, I tell you Zee and I shamelessly coveted this property we espied in the distance during the hay ride. We spiraled through all sorts of wild machinations as to how we could ever afford it...and then relented, resolving ourselves to the notion that coveting may be as good as it ever gets.
But, then, that's family, isn't it? That group of kin - whether by blood or bond - with whom you whimsically imagine life, joyously share memory, and unabashedly embrace relationship.
The day was a blessing.
A memory.
Of family...all the way around.
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