She’s eating an onion bulb. I decide not to intervene. She sticks the onion bulb in my mouth in an attempt to share.
Yesterday I took the kids on a co-op field trip to the Creamery in Mt Crawford. I would highly recommend it, though 1 year old Annie gave me a run for my money. “Cow says MOOO!!!” she emphatically declared every time she saw a cow. Oh- but here’s the thing. There are LOTs of cows at the Creamery. LOTS. The lady giving the tour had to contend with a constant litany of “COW goes MOOOO!!!” There were a few cats, so we got a few “CATS!!! Meow! Meow”- just for variety.
Allow me to pause for a moment…I see the onion, but no Annie. . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
In the kitchen cabinets, causing the rice to rain down upon her. Much easier to clean up then cream of wheat, trust me. Also has taken one bite each out of two large onions. Maybe a stinky food deficiency? Judging by the contents of her diaper, I think not. Night Night Annie! Time for a nap.
Anyway, back to the Creamery. What a great tour! We even got to watch them milk. The end of the tour was a sit down learning time in the store. Surely I could control one small child for 20 minutes while a kind women teaches a colorful and interesting lesson to a group of 1st-3rd graders. Ya think?
COW says MOO!!!! COW says MOO!!!! COW says MOO!!!! There are a LOT of cow images in the creamery store. A LOT. Trust me. So many things for a squirmy,active toddler to try to escape and touch. Or taste. Or comment on. COW says MOO!!!!
Towards the end of the presentation, I gave up and told the kids to head to the car. I would buy a copious amount of dairy products to make up for the level of disruption we tried not to cause. (If only they sold dairy products at church…never mind) I made a hasty retreat to the cash registers, passing several other eager customers on my way. Purchases rung up, but where O where has my credit card gone? O where, O where can it be? The other parents from the tour are waiting patiently in line behind me as I rifle through my purse and coat pockets. Receipts..check. Gate hinges…check. Stale animal crackers…check. Hoof trimmers…check. No credit card. I did come up with a few singles, and a peso, and was able to at lease purchase one item. I was only a few cents short…
(The credit card was in the pocket of my OTHER coat…I found it when I got home)
This is the life…