Breakfast "with the cows"...

Us from Calla's point of view.

Kicking the potato??

Amelia sampling her own freshly "churned" butter.

Getting brave enough to touch something.

Milking the pretend cow.

Amelia getting right in on the action.

Peeking at the "stinky cows."

Our county has an annual "Breakfast on the Farm." They choose a different dairy farm to host each year and you pay to have breakfast and tour the farm. There are some activities for the kiddos and Culver's custard for dessert. Amelia started describing our fun day as "Breakfast with the Cows." Despite still reeling from the heat of last year's breakfast, we decided to brave the elements and go again this year. The weather was beautiful. Breakfast was yummy, too.

The 4H put on the kids' area this year. Visit all four stops and get a prize. Stop 1 - Kick the potato around the maze. Check. Weird, but check. Stop 2 - Make butter by shaking a vile filled with heavy whipping cream for five minutes. Bonus: Sample your own butter with crackers. Check (for Amelia, but Calla got bored when her's took to long. Ah! the age of instant gratification.) Stop 3 - Throw potatoes at ring targets. What's with the potatoes?? Check. Stop 4 - Find a penny in the sand. Neither one of the girls wanted to get their hands dirty. Today was an entire day of personality weirds. Check it off (after a little not-so-sneaky help from the supervisor gal.) Maybe its the crafter in me or my "creative genius" bursting at the seams, but why did none of the games have anything to do with milk? Ok. Yeah the butter, but that's only 1 out of 4.

We took a trip through the animal tent and the girls didn't want to touch anything. They love animals. Remember me blogging about the Fair last year? Wouldn't pet the bunny. Stared at the baby chicks. Amelia even refused to sit on the pony. They did finally warm up to the chicks when I volunteered to hold one for them to pet.

We took a quick trip to the cow barn and looked at some "stinky cows", as we call them. Then a look at some tractors. Amelia refused to pose for pictures on these as well.

Let's get some custard and call it a day. Cory ate three tubs worth so as to not let it go to waste. We were back in the van by noon. It was mentioned as we drove away...maybe let's do "brunch"on the farm next year.