I have been negligent in posting about our recent days because, as you will read in these entries, things have been a little crazy. Tonight is the first time this week when I have had the energy and wherewithal to sit and process these events.
So... Tuesday, the girls and I met members of the MOMS Club at the A-Z Farm in Oregon, Wisconsin (a southern suburb of Madison) for a tour of their sheep farm. I was excited, too, because my friend Jenn R. - whose husband is also in the MBA program at UW-Madison - and her son Calvin would be joining us.
The girls had a fun time, although I think they were used to the more "hands on" experience of being on my parents' farm. They appreciated seeing the sheep and petting lambs that adults held for them, but both Juliette and Ilsa wanted to get IN the sheep pens. They kept trying to pick up straw and feed the sheep, like they feed hay to my parents' goats. Not surprisingly, sheep - especially nursing lambs - have no interest in eating dirty stay (bedding material).
The farm also featured two horses, a donkey, a pony, six rabbits, numerous chickens and ducks, a few turkeys, and two pigs. Much petting. Much, much petting. Many verses of "Old MacDonald." Poop on my jeans.
We arrived home, ate lunch, and took naps. However, Juliette fell asleep so deeply and so quickly that she wound up peeing in my bed. Ilsa managed to wiggle her diaper crooked on her butt, so she wet the her bed too. Argh! Double load of bed sheets in the laundry. Plus I was trying to blog my entry of Richard III. My chores allowed the girls an opportunity to make a complete wreck of the house, but luckily Keven was late leaving work. I was able to get them in bed and the house clean he arrived home.
Little did I know that Tuesday would be the quietest day of the week.
So... Tuesday, the girls and I met members of the MOMS Club at the A-Z Farm in Oregon, Wisconsin (a southern suburb of Madison) for a tour of their sheep farm. I was excited, too, because my friend Jenn R. - whose husband is also in the MBA program at UW-Madison - and her son Calvin would be joining us. The girls had a fun time, although I think they were used to the more "hands on" experience of being on my parents' farm. They appreciated seeing the sheep and petting lambs that adults held for them, but both Juliette and Ilsa wanted to get IN the sheep pens. They kept trying to pick up straw and feed the sheep, like they feed hay to my parents' goats. Not surprisingly, sheep - especially nursing lambs - have no interest in eating dirty stay (bedding material).
The farm also featured two horses, a donkey, a pony, six rabbits, numerous chickens and ducks, a few turkeys, and two pigs. Much petting. Much, much petting. Many verses of "Old MacDonald." Poop on my jeans.
We arrived home, ate lunch, and took naps. However, Juliette fell asleep so deeply and so quickly that she wound up peeing in my bed. Ilsa managed to wiggle her diaper crooked on her butt, so she wet the her bed too. Argh! Double load of bed sheets in the laundry. Plus I was trying to blog my entry of Richard III. My chores allowed the girls an opportunity to make a complete wreck of the house, but luckily Keven was late leaving work. I was able to get them in bed and the house clean he arrived home.
Little did I know that Tuesday would be the quietest day of the week.
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Yeah for bunnies!
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