Well, we seemed to find about 48 hours to visit my parents for my dad’s birthday – I won’t mention how old he is, but we did have a big celebration last year for his 50th. (Sorry to my WV friends that we didn’t have time to visit – – it just wasn’t nearly long enough!). It was great to see the fam at the cook out though and of course, the little ones picked up right where they left off. Sarah was waiting for Colt when we pulled in the driveway. . . and Colt had brought her flowers because, well. . . girls like flowers.

“Sarah, what do you want to do now that we’re both at Gramps’ and Nana’s? We could ride bikes, climb the tallest trees, go cow tipping, hide from Nana Gail, eat bugs or dig for worms? I’ll even let you pick!”

“hmm, I don’t remember giving you that suggestion, but it sounds like fun! And Daddy says to agree with the girl when possible, so let’s go!”

Sarah shows Colt exactly what drawer the carrots are in and they jump in the wagon to go feed the horse! That’s right. . . Gramps is boarding a horse now too. It’s becoming a regular looking farm down there (and smelling like one too).

Of course, Sarah shows Colt how to eat the majority of the carrots too. “You can get as many carrots as you can hold. Gramps usually carries extras. I can hold 7, but I’ll probably eat 6 of them and give 1 to the horse.”

“I still surprise my little self. I ate all 7 this time. Guess I’ll have to feed the horse some of Gramps’ extra carrots.”

“Hey Sarah! Do you think the horse AND the cow will BOTH fit in the wagon. I think we should take them up to the house and show Nana Gail, don’t you think she would LOVE that?”

“hmm. . . yeah, I think they could maybe both fit?”

“I know how to work this gate, so we can come back and do that later, ok cuz?”

Will the babies really bring the horse and cow home in the little red wagon?

We wouldn’t be smiling if they did. . . but it wouldn’t surprise me if it happened a couple of years down the road!