Mommy Review: Lucky Ladd Farms, An “Overwhelming” Experience

After we all piled into the Jeep at the end of our first (and perhaps only) visit to Lucky Ladd Farms, my dad said bluntly, “Well… that was overwhelming.”

Let’s rewind.

I love autumn. It’s the best. My favorite. My birthday month. There are pumpkins, yummy food, pumpkin patches, sweets, and colorful leaves crunching under your feet in the chilled air. There is also Halloween, of course!

I absolutely adore this season, and as of September 2018, I have officially been in Tennessee for two whole years.

I have desperately been trying to create some traditions for my growing family, so that our new state can feel like home. It’s been a trying journey. It still doesn’t feel like home to me yet, especially after last weekend.

Last year, during our first autumn in Tennessee with a baby (who was four months old at the time), we went to Walden Pumpkin Farm in Smyrna, Tennessee. It was the peaceful type of pumpkin patch experience you strive for with a little one. The scenery was beautifully autumnal, and it felt like an authentic farm. I really, really wish we had gone back there this year.

But nooooo, we took the advice of the locals. We knew so many people with kids raved about “Lucky Ladds” and how amazing it was.

So we decided to try something new this year, and lived to regret it.

When we first arrived, I was stunned by how crowded the entrance was. I immediately felt like I had walked into Chuck E. Cheese. After waiting in line a bit (which surprisingly wasn’t too bad), the place was put on “lockdown” just as we were getting our tickets. No one was allowed to leave or enter the premises.

An announcement came on the overhead speakers, “We have a lost girl, six years old. Her name is Cari.”

The place was so crowded, children were getting lost?

Luckily, they found her after fifteen minutes (probably the scariest fifteen minutes of her mother’s life), but it was a foreshadowing of what was to come.

We proceeded to the corn maze, which was the only part of the trip I thoroughly enjoyed. My son perched on my husband’s shoulders while we wandered through the corn fields with grandpa. The deeper we got into the maze, the more peaceful it became. You could hear bugs and crickets in the abandoned areas, and I genuinely felt I was at a farm in the country. That part was nice.

Then my dad went to go get a soda (which took a half hour, because they don’t take bulk orders and then process them at the food stands — they take each individual order and complete it before moving on to the next one — super inefficient and slow — cultural things like this make me miss California). It was at this point that we lost grandpa in the crowd, and none of us had cell service out there so we couldn’t find him until way later after we saw all the animals.

When we did find grandpa, we went to the corn pit, which is exactly how it sounds — a giant bin of dried corn kernels for kids to play in, which I shall endearingly call a “hillbilly ball pit.” It is a genius invention, and all the young kids seemed to love rolling around in corn as if it were snow. There were trucks and toys for the kids to shovel corn around, and my one-year-old seemed to enjoy playing in the corn.

After a while, I noticed an unsupervised toddler in the corner shoveling kernels into his mouth and spitting them out, which seemed like a choking hazard. Then a very rambunctious and large girl (who looked a little old to be in the pit) nearly trampled over my son while she stomped around. It was at this point I removed my son from the pit, as it was starting to get a little rowdy.

My husband went to grab food (another brutally slow experience) while my dad and I took my son to Toddler Town. He did enjoy the baby swings for a bit, and we were able to hide and eat our food on a batch of benches tucked away by the trees. Of course, as soon as we discovered the hiding spot, more people started flocking to the benches.

By the time we made it to the giant Connect 4 games (my son was also intrigued by this — he found some entertainment in moving the giant plastic game pieces from one peg to another)… we were getting pretty fried. The crowds and chaos had taken their toll on our mental (and physical energy).

My husband decided to take our son on the giant slide that involves sitting on a burlap bag and sliding down to the ground. I was excited to perch at the bottom of the hill and film them going down. I found the perfect little spot and set my phone to record. My husband waved and I was excited to capture them on film.

Just as I was filming, a rude girl with an excessive amount of makeup for a pumpkin patch trip and an SLR camera shoved her way in front of me and took a bunch of photos of her own stupid family members. In my cell phone video, you can actually hear me groan as she obstructed my view.

It was by that point I was done.

I didn’t move out of Orange County, CA, so that I could feel like I was at Disneyland without the cool rides.

I tried to get a last photo of our son by a pumpkin, but he wasn’t having it. He was tired, cranky, and exhausted. We all shared the sentiment so we headed for the car.

Maybe it wasn’t always this way. Maybe the same thing is happening to Nashville that was happening to all of California: it became too popular too quickly… like your favorite little corner bar you used to love that got overrun by hordes of hipsters… Great for business, bad peace and quiet.

I’m not sure, all I know is… I need more than a year before I will be ready for an experience like that again. Maybe when my son is older, it won’t be so draining. Maybe I give it another shot down the road.

But not next year. Next year I’m going back to Walden Pumpkin Farm.

The Days Are Long but the Months Are Short

Where did a year+ of my life go?

So I started this blog… I dunno, a year and a half ago? I started it when I became a mom.

Once I had a kid, I got busy.

I blinked for a moment and my baby was a toddler. They aren’t kidding (not totally sure who “they” is — everyone who is older than you?) about how quickly life goes by. The thing is, I never believed it as a young, pre-thirty-year-old, non-mom person. When you have kids, you lose a bit of yourself. You become the secondary character in your own life, and your child is the star. That sounds kind of horrible and terrifying when I spell it out like that, but it’s true. And the thing about secondary characters, is that you can go whole episodes, even whole seasons, without making an appearance or saying an important line…so the time goes quickly for you. This may sound just awful to a young person whose world revolves around themselves (AKA my younger self), but…honestly? As a mom, you just don’t care. You are so overwhelmed with all-consuming love for your new little movie star, that losing yourself feels totally worth it. I guess it’s just life’s way of making way for the newer generations and allowing them to thrive. Life needs secondary characters just as much as it needs stars.

The positive about all of it (in addition to the overwhelming sense of love you feel for the tiny star in your life), is that when you lose your sense of prioritizing yourself, you also gain a great deal of patience. Suddenly, the agro-drivers don’t bother you anymore, because they seem so insignificant in the scheme of things. “Are you in a hurry? Don’t care, I’d rather my kid live than you get somewhere five minutes faster, tailgate me all you want.” The hassle of running an errand to the grocery store is not as much of a hassle, because it’s just a thing that needs to be done (“My son needs whole milk and string cheese. Right now”). Even a lack of sleep is undaunting, because you didn’t get any sleep at all with a newborn, and you somehow came out alive (“I’ll sleep when I’m dead”). You also gain a lot of compassion for other people in general, especially other parents. Suddenly, you’ve survived a battle that only other survivors can truly comprehend.

What was I rambling about again?

Not sure, it’s 5ish AM and one of the few quiet moments I get to myself was interrupted because my 16-month old realized I wasn’t in the bedroom and woke up, so now he is sitting in the crook of my arm.

Oh yes, I remember now.

The other day, my neighbor’s mom was out watching the grandkids (a three-year-old girl and a boy who is a month older than mine), and after we exchanged a few friendly words of banter, she left me with a pearl of wisdom: “Once you have kids, the days are long, but the months are short.”

Very true. When you become a mom, the days can be exhausting. Your entire day revolves around someone else. They are the rockstar, and you’re just the support staff. The days feel so long, and yet still go so quickly when you’re busy. Blink and an entire season has gone by already.

Alright, time to put this little rockstar back to bed.

The days are long, but the months are short.

 

Fun at the Farm

Autumn is my favorite!

The best thing about autumn this year is that it’s Baby’s first autumn… so all of those fun seasonal things that make the fall so great — crisp air, falling leaves, pumpkin spice flavored everything, cozy comfy clothes, hay rides, treats, and everything else I love — I get to experience with the baby for the first time.

He’s still a little young to make memories, but I imagine these fun experiences are shaping his personality. Exploration is good for little ones so that they can start learning about the big wide world out there.

This weekend we visited a place in Middle Tennessee called Walden Farm, and we had so much fun! It is a wonderful place for families and I can’t wait to go back next year and make it an autumn tradition.

 

Featured photo captured by Twinkle Light Studios.

 

My First Big Outing Alone with Baby and I’m the One Who Wanted to Cry and Pee Myself

The other day I did something very brave. 

I left the house…with Baby…and went DOWNTOWN. I knew it was ambitious. I knew it would be stressful…but I needed an excuse to get out of the freaking house, so I RSVP’d to a puppet show at the Nashville Public Library.

I’m not gonna lie, it was not a leisurely outing.* 

My day went something like this:

7:25AM

My eyes bolt open. I feel refreshed. I slept a whole 3 hours in a row! Incredible! And Baby didn’t even wake me up! I’m up first! Maybe I can actually shower and do my makeup today!

7:28AM:

Nevermind, Baby is awake and hungry

8:00AM:

Somehow I have managed to breastfeed Baby, change Baby 2x (because he cries when there’s the slightest drop of pee in his diaper), run a brush through my hair and get dressed.

8:30AM:

I’ve taken my vitamins and downed a Diet Pepsi. Diaper bag is now packed with extra diapers, extra baby outfit, formula, bottles…did I miss anything? Baby is still hungry, he needs formula now.

8:45AM:

Baby is fed and I am ready to go! I was aiming to leave at 9AM, maybe I’ll actually get out the door early! Nevermind, forgot about the dog…

9:07AM:

Dog has been fed, watered, and let out to poo. Baby also pooed so I had to change another diaper.
Baby is now strapped into his car seat, and we are off!

9:40AM:

Finally found the parking garage in downtown Nashville. Wait, this isn’t even the official library parking garage is it? Do they validate here? Screw it, I am not driving downtown in circles. I just hope this garage doesn’t end up costing me like thirty bucks.

9:45AM:

Spot secured on 5th floor. Baby is asleep. My new portable baby carrier goes over my head and I drop the sleeping baby in, facing me. I struggle with the straps for what seems an eternity.

10:00AM:

I’m out on the street and I haven’t found the library yet. Did I walk the wrong way? It’s so hot and humid! Is Baby too hot? I hope not, he’s asleep though. I think I’ve walked about three blocks out of the way. I’m feeling overwhelmed and almost tear up, thinking this has been a bad idea. 
I take a breath and look up walking directions on the maps app in my phone.

10:15AM:

I’m in the library! I follow the sounds of children up the grand staircase.

10:17AM:

I’ve made it to the puppet theater with time to spare! There are little kids running around everywhere. I swear I’ve never seen so many babies and toddlers in my life.

10:30AM:

The show begins! I barely pay attention. I can only see half of the stage. I’m sitting in the way back off to the side in case I need to make a quick exit. The show is about half an hour and by the end, the children in the audience have gotten so restless and loud that I can’t even hear the puppeteers.

11:00AM:

I exit the theater in a herd of children. I socialize with some moms in the play area. They are distracted and seem as though they’ve been tired for years. It’s way too hot. I’m worried Baby is overheated strapped to me.

11:45AM:

I’ve given Baby a bottle while walking around the library, away from all the bodies where it’s cooler. Baby slept through the show but he is awake and getting squirmy. 
I realize I have to pee but I have no idea how to accomplish that right now. I might as well just hold it.

12:00PM:

I’m outside and there is a sudden downpour. I’ve never seen a Nashville summer before and am not prepared. Rain drops are falling on Baby as he looks up at me crankily. I’m shielding him with my hand.
I’m terrified between being too hot and then getting rained on that Baby will get sick. I wonder if I’m a bad parent for even bringing him out.

12:11PM:

We’ve made it to the car before Baby starts to cry. I tell him I’m so proud of him for being so good today, and I thank him for waiting to get upset until after we’re at the car.
I really have to pee.

12:25PM:

Baby has been fed and changed in the car. He’s in his car seat and ready to go. Let’s get the $%@# outta here!
I navigate to home in my phone. I never closed my maps app! My phone is running dangerously low on battery. I still don’t know Tennessee very well. Im terrified my phone will die and we’ll get lost. I start to memorize the directions from my phone, reciting them over and over to myself.
I really, really have to pee.
I exit the parking garage and have to pay $14. Oh well, at least it’s not $30.

1:00PM:

I’m almost home! I’m gonna make it alive! Someone is tailgating me on a windy narrow farm road. I slow down even more. I have a newborn in the car and it’s pouring rain, back off moron! I make the slowest right turn in the history of time into my neighborhood. Intimidation does not work on me when it comes to Baby’s safety.
I really, really, really have to pee.

1:05PM:

I pull into my driveway. My phone didn’t die! It’s down to 1%.
Baby looks funny, so I take this photo:
Phone dies.

1:07PM:

I’m home, I’m in the door, four hours down to the minute after I left.
I haven’t been this exhausted since giving birth.
*I made a lot of mistakes on my first lone outing with Baby. I plan to write a future post with tips for outings with a newborn.

What Being a “Mompreneur” Is All About

I suppose you can call me a struggling “Mompreneur.” *CRINGE* I know, it’s one of those words I thought I would never use.

One reason I have a problem with it is that it’s uttered too loosely.

There are some extreme mompreneurs out there, busting their behinds running their own businesses, often from home, with three kids attached to the hip. Go moms! Now that I have a baby, I am humbled by these women. I have a whole new perspective on just how hard it is to be a mom while trying to find a work/life balance.

Then there are the hobbyist mompreneur mom bloggers, who live in glamorous places like San Francisco or Manhattan, where the cost of living is higher than Seth Rogen on a Sunday, and yet these moms can still afford to stay home without an income. They call themselves “mompreneurs” because they’ve figured out how to sell something on Etsy a couple times a year. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with focusing 100% on your kids. In fact, if you can afford to do that, I’m envious. Keep it up. “They hate us ‘cuz they ain’t us”* is all about you. But…

…Let’s be real. “Mompreneur” is a colloquial term that combines “mom” and “entrepreneur.” An entrepreneur launches his or her own business and manages to make cold hard stacks of cash. So if there’s no real money involved, you’re not really a mompreneur.

The second problem I have with the word is the implication that if you are not a mompreneur running your own business, but are instead a woman pursuing a career in the corporate world, you are not giving the appropriate attention to your children at home. There are some seriously hard-working moms who pound the pavement to provide for their families, and have to leave their children at a daycare center for 40+ hours during the work week. Then they go home to job#2, being mama. There’s nothing wrong with that either. As one of those, free-spirited artsy types who has only liked two jobs in my life (all my other jobs were soul-sucking cages), I’m jealous if you’ve found long-term fulfillment within a company…or can even just tolerate your job for more than two years.

Whatever kind of mom you are, that’s fine by me. As long as you are taking care of your children financially, or physically, or both… I respect you. Being a parent is the hardest thing I’ve done, and I’ve barely begun. When you’re a mom, it’s a challenge to accomplish anything for yourself. Case and point: I’ve had to breastfeed and change four diapers while attempting to write this blog post.

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(My view at work)

I guess I like to think of the term “mompreneur” as someone who works mostly from home (probably with a baby on her lap, like me right now), but who is legitimately making money from her business ventures. Her business model is likely inspired by her children, and she has found a way to profit from that inspiration. She is probably creative, and has something valuable and unique to contribute to the world.

That is what a mompreneur is to me and who I’m striving to be. I’m trying to continue my freelance graphic design gig at home (as I can’t afford to be at home without working), but I’m also trying to launch my own online business inspired by my son. More on that later.

*The best part of The Interview is when Eminem makes a cameo.

 

 

It’s Official, I’m a Mom.

I have a six week old baby now, and guess what? It’s just as hard as they say! Here I thought (and desperately hoped) new parents were exaggerating! I’m a moron.

I’m writing my first post in the middle of the night, because my son refuses to sleep, which is nothing new. The little precious culprit is on my lap right now, staring blissfully at the ceiling fan while my sunken eyes gaze into the swimming computer screen.

My last Facebook post was:
“I can now function on 2-6 hours of sleep in 2-hour intervals. #sleepis4theweak”

And my dad’s girlfriend (bless her well-intentioned heart) commented with, “I’m so glad you’re finally getting some rest. {heart emoji}”

Does that sound like rest to you?!

I guess if I compared the sleep I get to what it must be like to experience the Zombie Apocalypse — to be in a constant state of panic for fear of being devoured — then yes, I get a lot of rest.

So now that I’m a mom I can be one of those annoying mom bloggers who calls blogging “work.” Mwah haha, just what the world needs, another one of those!

But here I am, ready to dazzle you with my journey of becoming a mom.*

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: *The more sleep deprived I am, the less my posts may make sense.