As the saga of looking-for-fun-things-to-do-to-keep-my-child-occupied-and-happy continues I remembered a place that Jenny Parker told me about not long ago. The Rock Ranch. Or as I like to call it, “this great place that doesn’t overcharge you to get in.” The first time we went was just the 3 of us and we had a blast! We had just about as much fun as we could stand. We made it through the corn maze (where Dan’s arms almost fell off after having to push a stroller over lots and lots of corn stalks), went cane pole fishing, and made it as far as the dock for paddle boating. We couldn’t have asked for a better day.

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Having that much fun only means one thing. We’ve got to go back so we can share the fun with other people we love. We planned another Rock Ranch outing with Mimi and Aunt SuSu. Despite the threat of rain, we braved the weather only to find that there really was no reason to worry for rain at all. We realized shortly after arriving that the only concern we needed to have regarding the weather was whether or not we were all going to fall over from heat exhaustion. Somehow we survived.

One of the highlights of the day was when Truett Cathy himself drove up in his golf cart to where Brittain was standing and handed her a CFA stuffed cow. Did I have my camera with me? Yes! Did I take a picture with it? Hell no! Am I an idiot? Hell yes!

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It has become apparent to me that I have been severely misinformed. Let me rephrase that. I have severely misinformed myself because for some reason I was under the impression that once my child was potty-trained and could walk, life would get a little bit easier. And by easier I mean that I might be fortunate enough to have some brief moments of “me” time…not much, mind you. I’m talking enough time to sit on the potty and read one trashy, gossipy, unimportant magazine article. But alas, it seems that the age increase in our dear child has meant the need for MORE attention. This becomes more apparent to me when the weekend comes and Dan has to work because I find myself waking up on Saturday morning and thinking, “Wait. I need to rest. This is the weekend. I have worked. I am tired.” So, there I am, wracking my brain as to what we can do outside of the house because I know that staying in is NOT an option.

It’s these times that make the Barnesville Buggy Days sound like the most fun place ever to be, so it’s exactly what I start building it up to be. Mimi and Aunt SuSu came along and I’m sure that the four of us were a sight to be seen. Why, you ask? Between Aunt SuSu catering to Brittain’s every need, Mimi never missing a “here, use this hand sanitizer now” opportunity, and the rain that poured almost the whole time we were there, I have a feeling that there were quite a few people who enjoyed our little show.

In the end I was reminded again “what it’s all about.” Despite the rain, we all left with smiles on our faces because it was another day spent with family and knowing that as long as we’re together, anything is fun.

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