Everyone who hears these words of Mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. Matthew 7:24-25

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

At the Farm

Sunday we had family-get-together at the Tool Man’s aunt’s house.  The children always have the best time visiting Aunt Pam and Uncle Rusty.  Their place is a regular menagerie.  Ducks, rabbits, peacocks, horses, goats… You can see why the children have so much fun over there.

All the kiddos took a turn on the horses.  The Tool Man was in charge of leading the children around the pen.  You may not know this, but before I came along the Tool Man was part cowboy, and it looks like Lucy shares his love of horses.  She was not afraid of them at all and insisted her daddy take her for a ride.

Lucy and Tim on Horse (2) (599x800)

After everyone got a turn on the horse, Uncle Rusty brought the goats around for a snack.  Each kid got his own bucket of corn to share with the goats.  The little ones had a hard time keeping the goats’ noses out of their buckets.

Lucy Feeding Goat (2) (478x640)

Lucy wasn’t satisfied with just feeding the goats, though.  She just had to take a ride on one.  Ha ha.  This was too funny.  She used the goats horns as handlebars.

Lucy on Goat (2) (598x800)

Lucy thoroughly enjoyed riding Mother Mary (and for all of those born north of the Mason-Dixon Line, that’s pronounced “May-ree.”)

Lucy Smiling on Goat (2) (602x755)

Finally, Santa popped in for a short visit with all the kids.  Everyone knew it was really Uncle Rusty, but for the most part they played along.  Lucy was the only one who would not sit in Santa’s lap.  She had big alligator tears rolling down her cheeks, poor baby, but she warmed up a little when he pulled a teddy bear and lollipop out of his bag for her.

Lucy with Santa (2) (406x543)

You might be wondering about Ty.  Well, he had his fair share of fun too.  Most the time he was out prowling around the countryside with his older cousins.  Or he was, as I like to call it, playing “Price Is Right” with the pool.  You know, getting as close as he possibly could to the water’s edge without going over.  Thankfully, he managed to stay dry.


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