Happy as a Cow

Of all the many things I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving season, one of them is the wonderful friendships I've been able to form in the year and a half that we've been at our new church. Having a close-by community of other stay-at-home moms has been a GAME-CHANGER for me. It's one that I prayed for - and one that I do NOT take for granted!

Yesterday, one of those moms arranged for a couple of families to go visit the Happy Cow Creamery outside Greenville. Her aunt's ex-husband started the dairy, so her cousin took us all around, and a great time was had by all. The boys were in HEAVEN. If one - or both - of them don't end up being farmers, then they've missed their calling.

The first part of our tour was to visit the baby calves. Some were as young as seven days old! The boys - especially Freddie - loved getting right up in their faces. Freddie, though, wanted to get even closer. He'd put his hand in the cows' mouths.

Then we rode in the flatbed of a tractor trailer through some woods to a big cow pasture. I joked with my friend Holly that it was like a cow safari. It really did remind me of that ride in Animal Kingdom at Disney World. While we were in the pasture, the tour guide handed one of the other kids a dried-up cow patty. When I asked Jones if he wanted to hold it, he said, "Tiggers don't like stinky!"

Of course not.

After that, we went back to where we'd started for a tasting. The boys downed both white and chocolate milk, but the best part of their day was probably playing in the porta-potty, which Jones called his "clubhouse." I'm not kidding. That may have been the highlight for them. These boys need a clubhouse to call their own, for sure.

We then left and went to Mom and Daddy's for a little while before heading back to Canton. I didn't make them take a nap, but they ended up falling asleep on the drive home, anyway, which next to NEVER happens. They must've been WORN OUT.

Oh, and for breakfast, we stopped at Bojangles; Jones called it "BingJangles."

"BingJangles" is now my favorite word.

That's all for now!

SO indicative of my boys - Jones is happy to be there,
provided he can stay at a safe distance. Freddie has
his hand in the cow's mouth.

LOVE this of my friends
and their baby boys

Oh, and I forgot to mention the part about
how a (good natured) wrestling match broke
out on the trailer ride.
What else is new?

Seeing my UK bumper sticker reminds me of this:
leaving church Sunday nite, Jones pointed at my van and said,
"Is that OUR car?" I said, "yes! And you know what that says?"
I pointed at my bumper sticker and said, "That says, 'Kentucky
Wildcats.'" Jones immediately affirmed, "That's OUR car!"
That's MY boy!