This week I did something I always hoped I would. Let's backtrack a little first. My thoughts are always so random, I'll try to be organized. I remember a lot of good times from my childhood, this is a good thing - it keeps life straight in the Hostetler household. Field trip day was big in our world. Obviously a day out of the classroom was awesome. I always did "my best" on field trip day, my dad would have been proud of that (inside joke sorry- my dream of being an nuclear physicist.). Anyway, it was a big deal because my mom packed a lot of great treats in our lunch and most times she was right there with us on the field trip. In my class, my mom was loved much. All the boys wanted to sit at my table because my mom was so nice. So when Sab's field trip permission slip came home, I thought I have to do this. I should think things through more clearly! I was able to find a babysitter for Mia and told Sab to sign me up. He was just so excited. Everyone on our side of the street knew he had a field trip, I was going, we would milk cows. He had our seat on the bus planned, had many thoughts as to me not wearing a dress or skirt of any kind, and how active I would be at this shabang-bang. Any time the teacher asked for a volunteer, Sab gave me the eyeball. The eyeball is this wide eyed look with a head nod. At first it looks like he is having some sort of seizure but really it's his, "MOM, LET'S GO LOOK." So, first step, let's make butter. I shook a jar for I don't know, 20 minutes?!? Sweat is pouring down my back from the effort and the sheer exertion of trying to make liquid into a spreadable ball for a cracker with a balmy 90 degrees outside. We ate that butter and moved on to the next station. Belinda, Daisy and Cordelia the cows all lined up with no place to go. The goo oozing from their nostrils and mouths was remarkable. Sab of course wanted to get some of that action. So I found myself stroking the big head of a cow who was cranky with full udders. I've been there. The day proceeds to a milk mustache station (this made me so queasy to watch 20 six year olds dump milk on their faces), lunch which consisted of juicebox opening and chip bag manuevering and the milking house. Let's not discuss this other than 180 cows are on this farm and they are milked 3 times a day! Can you imagine? Even the dogs on this farm looked like cows, unusual.
Two things learned. Sab despite his premature teen moodiness still enjoys the company of his mother in front of his friends. And two - our field trip return was almost a whole hour later than planned. This blew my mind! Traveling in this state has left me speechless.
Enjoy some shots. I of course forgot my camera. Sab's awesome teacher (truly an angel I'm convinced) sent these to me.
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| This is Cordelia the cow along with the dairy princess who resides on this farm. The tour guides during this trip were excellent. |
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| One would think Sab has a lot of questions to ask. Notice his hand in the air? He was actually calm at times - he just wanted another cracker. Along with the butter which tore my rotator cuff - just kidding. |
