We had breakfast in the cafe while Old MacDonald played his guitar and we did sing-a-longs. After breakfast, we loaded onto the wagon and took a tour of the farm park.
We explored a little on our own after the program was over. These kids got close to our kids. I call the one on the left "goatweiller". I've never seen a goat with markings so similar to a rot.
One tried to eat the bow off of Reagan's pants. She told him NO.
Nolan also gave his best cock-a-doodle-do when we walked by the hen house. He also enjoyed the sheep.
Sunday morning, we hit our usual spot for breakfast and then Reagan and I went to visit Grammy. She missed yesterdays visit after the farmpark since she was snoozing in the car with Daddy. She wore her new backpack (thanks to the Target $1 aisle!) and then proceeded to pull out her toys one by one and name them. Bee, ball, car. Everyone was very impressed.
Bill has figured out some of Nolan-speak. "What's that?" He says it all the time. He will walk up and hold up an object and say "wasat?" He must just be testing us to see if we know! LOL.