And it rained. ALL. DAY.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. After dinner, I heard Daniel giggling and accepted his invitation: "Mom, wanna see something?!" Stepped out to the bottom of our stairs and watched him scoot down on his butt. I saw no reason not to kick it up a notch, so I got out his snow pants and had him try it again. Edward then wanted in on the action. This is the result.
We did get out of the house this morning or we might not have made it through the day. We attended the annual 4-H Ag-Fest at the county fairgrounds, inadvertently arriving 30 minutes before it officially started. But those friendly farmers didn't bat an eyelash. The boys were both fascinated and terrified to see a baby pig getting a scrub down with one man holding it up by the hind legs while the other scrubbed its back, all the while the piglet was screaming for all it was worth. There were also baby sheep, goat, ducks and hens, a small merry-go-round and three different "plant a bean" stations--two involving wrapping a bean seed in a wet cotton ball and placing it in a tiny zip-loc bag with a string to wear as a necklace.
Daniel was very frustrated that the hens and ducks did not hold still for him to pet them, walking all around this small enclosure trying to catch up with them. Eventually I think he did get a feel of feather.From there we hit the farmer's market and the library, so I'd say we had a full day before noon. After lunch, naps all around!
