It's almost 9pm and I'm pushing Ethan on the swing outside. As he lets out a hearty chuckle in delight, I remind myself that this is quite an experience. So he didn't get to head down to the animals in the dark, like Jorja, dressed in high boots and armed with a flashlight - which just shot the fun factor up 100 more points - but by the sounds of it now, he's well over that initial disappointment and enjoying park play at night.
And I am grateful for this unique situation - night time, outdoors, Summer fun, post-supper, quality time with my family. Talk about hash-tag potential!
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Jorja holds a chicken's 'first' egg in her right hand - tiny! |
What makes this even sweeter, is that after almost a week of funny tummies, Ethan finally looks to be on the mend and if nothing else, is practicing some toilet training in the mix of it all. Bizarre, I know. Nothing like a nap time in commando to add the element of excitement.
We travelled around the farm in the
cruck (that's apparently the term used for our car-truck vehicle) as P-J offloaded the hay for the animals. Jorja travelled in her own car - until she got stuck and had to call Dad to come and rescue her. Flash forward 15 years?
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Stuck on the side of the road, surrounded by chickens, waiting for Dad |
The sheep were the most entertaining - escaping the confines of the fence and having P-J herd them back in (and getting slightly shocked in the process). The cows were the most intimidating - charging for the feeding area (where we were parked) and not looking as if they would stop before landing on our laps on the back seat! But the scariest moment of the day, hands down, was when Oreo came to the fence and grazed with her butt facing us.
I have been around long enough to understand the risks of projectile poo!
Here are the pics of the pies and quiche from the day before -
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Vegetable Quiche |
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Ham and Fennel Quiche |
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Ground Pork Pie |
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Blueberry Pie |
what tiny eggs, and how big is Jorja getting!
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