We went to Farm Country at Thanksgiving Point this morning.
I had never been there before and it was a really cute little place.
There was a little barn where you could go through the steps of planting, harvesting, and putting the food in a market. These three little guys were busy busy busy for probably and hour, maybe longer.
Ash and I hung out watching the littles play, talking and looking at old pictures on my phone, laughing and laughing. It’s so strange that Ash is too big to do the things “little kids” like. I love hanging out with him. He cracks me up.
Annie came running up to me to tell me she was so nice for sharing with a little boy. I gave her a hug and she kissed me, so proud of herself. She turned and ran away so happily, tripped and fell right on her face. It was so sad! I picked her right up and then all the blood started! Her mouth was full and overflowing with blood in about 2 seconds!!! I told Ashton to gather up Emmy and Ethan and meet me at the bathroom and took off. See that white shirt I was wearing above? Yeah, blood all over it. After a long time, the bleeding calmed down so I could see where it was coming from. You know me, the spazz mom. I was sure her lip would be hanging off, needing stitches. It turned out to be alright, just a couples punctures in her poor baby lip. I realize that I am completely blessed when I say that this injury wins for the bloodiest of all my children’s injuries.
Sooooo, then it was on to the pony rides….In 6th grade I did a research report on Miniature Horses. My mom drove me hours away to be able to see real ones. Then the lady brought one of her miniature horses to my school for my report!!! It was awesome! I was OBSESSED! After seeing this, I might have become obsessed again….AH!
I mean, LOOK AT THIS!!!! He should be riding his own tiny horse around the neighborhood!!!!
Ash waited for two sessions until he could get the biggest horse…
He still felt a little silly going around in a circle. He kills me!
While waiting in line, Annie was crying and crying. I was holding her (with a wet tissue in her mouth soaking up the blood). I kept saying things like,”Annie, you can’t ride a pony if you’re crying.” “Annie, you have to wait for your turn”, “It’s almost your turn”, “Yes, you can ride on that tiny pony”,”You have to stop crying, though”, “Stop crying, it’s almost your turn”, etc. etc. etc. When it was her turn, I took her in to choose a pony and she was still crying. I thought the pony she wanted was taken. So I told the dude we would wait until the next turn. She was still crying and crying. FINALLY, I LISTENED to my poor, sweet baby. That whole time she was saying “I DON’T want to ride a pony!” Geez!!!!! I am THE worst. Sure there was a glob of tissue in her mouth and I never would have imagined a little girl being afraid of a tiny pony. But she was terrified.
I really have been working on being a better listener. I usually have two or three of them talking to me all at once and I’m just fielding each sentence, frantically. Anyhoo, I thought we would head over to Jessi’s for a visit but by the time we were done, the kiddies were DONE. We grabbed some lunch on the way home, had naps, the older kids played outside, then Josh and I finished our deck.