the farm

Our city Parks and Recreation department maintains a small farm in one of the city parks. It was an actual farm in 1920, and the buildings have been restored. There are a couple of cows, some sheep, a few ponies, chickens, and most impressively, in Tim's mind, a water pump. While my in-laws were here, I booked a slot for Tim in the Lil' Dumplin' group, which met on three Monday's in a row from 11:15-12:15. Spaced over those three days, they got to feed the hens, milk the cow, go for a hay ride pulled by a tractor, and ride a pony. Jenny and Neville took him and they had a sack lunch on the grounds at the end of each session.

tractor in the sun

he was very excited about the pony ride and kept asking for his helmet which was a little late getting to him

helmeted at last


in the chicken yard


the water pump

Gramps and Gee Gee bought Tim (and Luke in another few months) a trampoline. I worked for a few hours last night putting it together, but never managed to get it right. It took longer to get it out of the box and packaging than to assemble it. Paul looked at it this morning and figured out the issue within minutes. I love being married to a problem solver. Our neighbor Emily and her three-year-old daughter Addie were around for the grand opening. I predict many hours of jumping for the two of them.