Down on the farm
Somewhere in the last six months, Isaac developed a memory. When we first got to town we hit this local orchard all the time -- it has a great farm store with fresh-picked produce, including some killer peaches and apples, but more importantly it has lots of entertainment for the kiddos, like playstructures, a sandbox, and a mini farm animal petting zoo. They closed down for the winter and opened up again about a month ago.
When we made our first trip of the year to the "farm", as Isaac calls it, it was like he had never been there before. I told him we were going to the orchard to see the goats, who were his very favorite last year, and he looked at me like he knew not of which I spoke. Now that I've jogged his memory, or perhaps created a new one for him, he talks about it every day. "Mommy, let's go to the farm and see the piggy." "Mommy, let's go to the farm and see the Daddy goat." I made the mistake of buying him this gigantor peach lollipop at the farm store that lasted us a week. Dada was horrified and vetoed lollipops for the time being, citing that they are horrific choking hazards. So of course the lollipop that he can no longer have is what he remembers the most: "Mommy, where's my peach wowwy-pop?"
Last Wednesday the weather people lied to us and suggested it would be cooler, so I thought it might be fun to meet at the farm with our buddy Ella, whom we hadn't seen in ages. We went to the farm a lot with Ella in the fall. How quickly things change -- now there is Jacob, now Ella can walk, now Isaac can run.
I will admit I was a little nervous about bringing Isaac to the farm with Ella. In recent months he has really gone out of his way to make sure her precious tush is on the ground more often than not. But his close study of those excellent preschool role models, AnthonyCarlos, has really paid off -- he didn't try to push her once. He even held her hand while we walked in the road. We had a great time before we all started melting from the insane humidity. We got there so early that a farmer recruited our little people to help him feed the goats some apples, which both of them thought was awesome. And of course I took pictures.
Here he is listening to Mommy and NOT entering the chicken yard (though the chickens are busy invading the "people yard"):
Isaac's second favorite farm animal, the gigantic stinking momma pig, who enjoys wallowing in her algae pit:
The farm has this elaborate catwalk for the goats, and some food cups attached to manually-operated conveyor belts along the way. Here is Isaac sending up some apple pieces for Daddy goat's enjoyment:
For the first time, Ella got to enjoy the farm's play structures, too. She was pretty stoked to have Isaac show her the ropes.
Why mommies have two legs:
Ella's mommy's account of our adventure can be found here.
When we made our first trip of the year to the "farm", as Isaac calls it, it was like he had never been there before. I told him we were going to the orchard to see the goats, who were his very favorite last year, and he looked at me like he knew not of which I spoke. Now that I've jogged his memory, or perhaps created a new one for him, he talks about it every day. "Mommy, let's go to the farm and see the piggy." "Mommy, let's go to the farm and see the Daddy goat." I made the mistake of buying him this gigantor peach lollipop at the farm store that lasted us a week. Dada was horrified and vetoed lollipops for the time being, citing that they are horrific choking hazards. So of course the lollipop that he can no longer have is what he remembers the most: "Mommy, where's my peach wowwy-pop?"
Last Wednesday the weather people lied to us and suggested it would be cooler, so I thought it might be fun to meet at the farm with our buddy Ella, whom we hadn't seen in ages. We went to the farm a lot with Ella in the fall. How quickly things change -- now there is Jacob, now Ella can walk, now Isaac can run.
I will admit I was a little nervous about bringing Isaac to the farm with Ella. In recent months he has really gone out of his way to make sure her precious tush is on the ground more often than not. But his close study of those excellent preschool role models, AnthonyCarlos, has really paid off -- he didn't try to push her once. He even held her hand while we walked in the road. We had a great time before we all started melting from the insane humidity. We got there so early that a farmer recruited our little people to help him feed the goats some apples, which both of them thought was awesome. And of course I took pictures.
Here he is listening to Mommy and NOT entering the chicken yard (though the chickens are busy invading the "people yard"):
Isaac's second favorite farm animal, the gigantic stinking momma pig, who enjoys wallowing in her algae pit:
The farm has this elaborate catwalk for the goats, and some food cups attached to manually-operated conveyor belts along the way. Here is Isaac sending up some apple pieces for Daddy goat's enjoyment:
For the first time, Ella got to enjoy the farm's play structures, too. She was pretty stoked to have Isaac show her the ropes.
Why mommies have two legs:
Ella's mommy's account of our adventure can be found here.
posted by Claire at 12:19 AM
1 Comments:
Sounds like a great day was had by all! The "farm" sounds eerily like our home - except MDW will have no part of pigs on the property. :) But goats, chickens, rabbits and horses are to be found in abundance.
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