Hurry, hurry, hurry

When we got home from work and Grammi's house, I told Emma that I would take her and Jackson to Patches Creamery after dinner. She LOVES feeding the goats, and I thought it would be a nice end to the day...since she isn't feeling the greatest, and Jackson is getting over his double ear infection. (Which, the child care providers at Grammi's house raved over how wonderful he was, and how they never would have been able to tell he wasn't feeling well.)


I got dinner ready, while Tommy was at the Dr for his strep throat. The entire time I was hoping he would be home soon. Jackson wasn't happy in his bouncer (he was tired) and Em just wanted me to hold her.

I no sooner get dinner on the table (5:30), then I call Patches to see what time they close. Just my luck...6:00. I quick got Em out of her seat, and told her to hurry, hurry, hurry...we needed to make it to Patches in time to get some goat food.

She was a trooper, and Jacks did not put up a fight to get into his seat. In a matter of minutes, we were off.


We got to Patches just in time to get some ice cream, and a bag of food. As soon as Em stepped up to the fence, the goats came running.


The best part of it all, were these girls...




Emma LOVES feeding the goats.




Even more, she loved petting the ponies.



On our way home, I said she had two choices, getting a tubbie or finishing her dinner...she chose, going to Mimi and Pop's house...go figure:)