My Aunt Cindy and Uncle Rick have a farm about an hour outside of TX. Now mind you, Cindy has dubbed themselves rednecks...they have a farm, horses, a pick up, and 3-legged dog.
So on the 24th, we all went out there to let the kids burn some energy while we all ate, drank, and gabbed. The farm was a hit! All the kids had the best time. We even lucked out on the weather. It was beautiful.
We started out leaving a bit late (my mom thought we would be able to leave by 9am...ha ha ha). When we got on the road at 1030...
The kids spent most of the time feeding the horses and playing in the hay barn. Gabe of course got bit by a horse. Rule #1: never pretend to feed a horse...he will find something to eat, even if it is your fingers. Anthony's version of feeding the horses was to throw hay and run like the wind. Gabe seemed to think he was old enough to play with the big kids on the hay bales...mind you the big kids are all around 8. Turns out he could. He would climb up and jump down and didn't care if he got hurt.
After that we ate.
Then the kids went fishing. History to the fishing...one day when my mom was here (like in October) she mentioned going fishing at Gran's house (my Grandmother). Anthony held on to this little nugget of information like it was the cure to cancer. Everytime we talked about going to Grandma Kerry's for Christmas, he brought up fishing at Gran's. So as an early gift, Gran gave them fishing poles. So, when Anthony saw the pond at Cindy's he was ready to fish. Rob took them fishing and they loved it. "But we didn't catch any fish. They were sleeping. That happens sometimes." (Anthony) "No fish. Sad" (Gabe)
After that we ate.
Cindy also had gingerbread houses for the older kids and gingerbread men for the younger kids to decorate. They had a blast decorating and the adults spent a great deal of effort competing to make the best structure, best windows, best roof, best chimney....
By far though the funniest moment was when Gabe lost his cookie to the dog. Annie (chocolate lab 12 years old) stalked Gabe for nearly an hour trying to get his cookie. We, the adults, intervened numberous times, but in the end, the dog got the cookie. she wasn't mean about it, but she was determined. Gabe burst into tears. And Anthony, sweet protector, ran up to the dog yelling, "Bad dog. No take Gabe cookie. Give it back. Right now. I said give it back." We consoled Gabe with a new cookie, but the excitement was just too much as he literally fell over asleep on me after he stopped crying.
Before we all left, Christi/Kirk's 2 kids and Ben/Erin's oldest sang us Christmas Carols and played the piano. What a great day.
On the way home...we got one more adventure :-) At the party, we swapped cars with my mom. She forgot to mention that the gas was a little low. Oop! We actually ran out of gas before we got to the gas station. So the boys and I sat in the car on the side of the highway and got to watch a very long train go past...Yeah, Memories. Rob got to walk the 1/4 mile to the gas station.
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