Sunday, June 7, 2009

Goat Communication and other feats of strength.

Where would I most like to go for a day out of London if I couldn't go back to the train center? The nursery school teachers read my mind when they planned a trip to Willow Farm because who can resist the lure of TRACTORS!?!?!? (Not me!)


BIG TRACTORS that roll through mud and cow poop (another thing that I like to talk about recently).


LITTLE TRACTORS that my dad has to watch that I don't try to perform stunts in.


Oh yes, and then there was the moment that I shared with some young goats. They are frisky, stubborn, pushy and ravenous. When you think about it, they are not so different from me except that they have those fantastic horns that so impressively help to emphasize their point of view. Where do you think I could pick up a pair of those? I am sure they would come in handy playing in the garden at nursery....

Friday, June 5, 2009

Riding the Rails in Wales!

Did you know that Wales is the land of the choo choos? Well, it is. Sure, some people go for the mountains and walking. Some go for the beaches. Some even go for the history. As for me, well, I go for the trains.

And, of course, because I am two (and a half) and I generally get my way or do this....everyone went on choo choos! In fact, I did five choo choos in four days....try to top THAT!!!




Including a choo choo underground where I wore a bob the builder hat.


A tiny choo choo that went through a tiny town.




A steam choo choo.




A choo choo diner.


I even rode a choo choo to the top of the mountain!


Then, I scared my Daddy by screaming "I want to go down!" and pointing over the cliff. (You never saw my Daddy go so pale!)


Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the cottage that we stayed in that I referred to as "Saxon's house."


And I helped Daddy build fires in the fireplace while Mommy, Kari and Trixie watched.


And I spent all my Daddy's pocket change driving a tractor that only worked for 10 minutes every time he put a pound in the slot. And I fished with sticks, and went walking and counted sheep (there are lots of them!) .


And I, and I and I...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....