This may have been my favorite visit to the farm yet, with the exception of the fact that Mike missed it for a trip and the kids and I ventured down alone. I *may* have texted him during the evening and asked if we could move to a farm. *May* have :)
One of the first exciting moments was when the kids walked up to this dog and Cass told me, "we found Charlie the Ranch Dog! Tell Gramma!"
#FindTheCass below :)
Troy in a conversation with Farmer Stan. Where he got direct approval to begin chucking apples that had fallen from the tree in by the pigs. He saw a Triple S worker do this TWO years ago and obviously didn't forget it.
The kids began getting shirt-fulls of apples and bringing them over to the pigs.
After a little while, I said we should go on the next hayrack ride before it got too dark. This meant a break from feeding the pigs. I was met with a little opposition, evidenced by the pouty lip on the hayrack ride.
98% of the night was all smiles though :)
Hours. Hours this kid spent with the pigs.
Eventually it was time to eat dinner in the barn. Sitting on haybales. #DownOnTheFarm
The cookies from some bakery were HUGE. Troy had the guts later that night to say "but you only let me have one tiny little cookie, Mom!" Um. That was as big as your head, kid.
Cass sort of enjoyed one marshmallow. With a prompt visit to wash up after. What a mess, that girl!
Touching the piglets was a highlight too. They had been running away from all the visitors when we first walked up so my kids thought it was awesome they came right up to them.