So the kids had the back to back Thomas outings last Friday and Saturday. I will never be able to wrap my mind around a $50 20 minute train ride on a 50 year old diesel train (or $8/gallon milk for that matter; no matter how passionate certain monkey dragons may be). But the kids had a good time.
I was working on Friday, but we all went on Saturday. Met with some friends. It was exactly what you'd think. A. LOT. OF. TRAINS. There were some interesting things there. I dug walking through the 1920's train (which, by the way looked a lot more comfortable than the Metra train I'm on 3 hrs a day). There was a woman there with her young daughter with an impossibly large chest wearing a skimpy top of some kind. I think it was black. I just know that there was cleavage enough for 10 normal women. Maybe it's just me, but I would think that an outfit that has your breasts spilling out might not be appropriate for the toddler crew. Not that I minded of course.
That night there was the block party. The kids ran around, the parents chased them. Big Brother played swords with kids 2 years older than him. LittleBrother kicked a ball for 30 minutes.
But Sunday was the highlight of the weekend. We went to a friend's farm. 210 cattle, big tractors, slingshots with eggs...it was a great time for the kids and us. It was slightly surreal watching both boys feed 1500 pd cattle out of their hands. Pretty amazing.
The family had 3 boys, 19, 15 and 13. They were all great with our kids. They spent all day taking them on tractor rides, pulling them in a wagon behind the lawn-mower, and gathering rotten apples to use as ammo in the sling shot.
At one point, the kids were telling us about one recent arrival. They bought a bull recently, and it was stubborn. Tried to head butt everyone as soon as it could get a shot. Anti-social. Mad. The youngest son said "just won't learn." I thought...well, you ARE going to send him to be slaughtered in a couple months. Maybe he's just smarter than you give him credit for.
The one thing that stood out was how vastly different life on a farm is from life in suburbia. I'm fairly romantic about the farm life, but jesus, it's a lot of work. Hard work. I'll just say I'm glad my dad teaches accounting. It made my life a great deal easier. I have a lot of respect for farmers and the work they put in.