Friday Fieldtrips

This fall Reagan and I have been enjoying some great Friday Fieldtrips organized by friends at church. (Thanks!) The first one was to The Butterfly Place. Reagan was very excited about this trip and dressed herself completely in butterflies.

There were butterflies on her shirt and in her hair.
She had butterflies on her jeans and on her shoes.

Even her socks had a butterfly on them.

We spent a long time in The Butterfly Place getting up close and personal with the butterflies.

Reagan enjoyed watching them eat bananas.

If any of you have spent much time with Reagan you would know that Reagan asks questions all day long. I think it is her preferred method of communication. So a trip like this naturally generates a lot of questions. "Why do caterpillars turn into butterflies? Why do they eat bananas? Why do they like flowers? Why didn't one land on my arm? Why are they different colors? Why can't they talk? Why do they have eyes on their wings?" I do love that she is inquisitive and asks questions. But once you have given her a satisfactory (in my opinion) answer to her question she just follows it up by asking, "Why?" Usually the cycle continues until I get frustrated and have to change the subject before I go bonkers. The questions started in earnest when we got home so I was very glad to be able to answer some of her butterfly questions by just turning on The Magic School Bus Butterfly episode. Thank goodness I found old episodes on line.

The next Friday Fieldtrip was Apple Picking. I actually have zero pictures of her actually picking apples but I do have a picture of her in front of the "pumpkin" apple tree.

The playground was definitely Reagan's favorite part of this fieldtrip. Tractor driving and tire horse riding. Are we living in the wrong state for her?

Unfortunately, we missed my favorite field trip of the year. Pumpkin Picking. I got a cold and chills on Thursday so I stayed home and rested all day on Friday. Sigh. This has always been my favorite field trip. I'll have to content myself by looking at my old October blogs from last year and the year before. Next year Reagan will be in Kindergarten and we probably won't make it. AAck Panic. My last child will start school next year. I never cried when my first three started school but this time might be different. I think I need to plan a few more field trips with Reagan. I'll even let her ask more questions.