Happy Bee Day

This job of mine is really getting in the way of my blogging. Which reminds me.

Last weekend was Bee's birthday party. We held it at a living history museum. There's also a carousel there.

She loved it.

The other kids loved it.

It was a perfect day - sunny, but not too cold or too warm.

The museum has a working farm, and we got to see a sheep being shorn.

There were some lambs who had been born that morning. This isn't one of them (I don't think). But it's awfully cute.

This is one of the new lambs. It's knees were so wobbly. I wanted to put it in a tote bag and bring it home and start my new life as a sheep farmer.

There also are oxen on the farm. This one was eating grass under the fence line right behind one of our guests, who had bent over to look at his shoes or something. The ox bumped the little boy's backside and toppled him. And of course, that kind of thing never happens to the hale and hearty party guest. It happens to the shy, fragile, skittish party guest. Eff you, Fate. That's what I say.

The boy was fine - just dusty. And he'll probably never attend a birthday party again. Nor will he become a farmer.

We took one last ride on the carousel.

Then we drove home.

(Yes - that box in her lap is a toddler makeup kit.)

It was a great birthday.

Comments

[ppb]

I love those last 2 pictures.

[moreena]

Happy Bee Day!

I know, the toddler makeup causes me to shudder, too. But yet I cannot say "no." Believe me that it is far better than letting markers stand in, innocently enough, for toddler cosmetic needs, because those suckers are *everywhere*