Tyson (4), Dallin (7), and Bracken (2). You can tell they have so much fun together!
Bracken, Chandra and I were able to stay with my two littlest brothers while my parents and other younger siblings went to Lake Powell for a "work" trip for Dad. We had so much fun! We missed Brian, who stayed at home to start back to school, but we kept busy playing hard.
Breonna hates it when anyone refers to my parents home as a "farm" or "ranch." But for us little city dwellers, it's about as close as we'll get. They have a big field to run around in, ducks, chickens, dogs, horses and a goat. Plus a good sized garden and all the gravel around the storage units to play in. When I went outside to bring them in for dinner I'd usually find them in the sand box, down at the chicken coop chasing ducks or trying to catch the chickens, purposely letting the goat out so they'd have to catch her, feeding the horses, riding bikes, or climbing up the gravel pile with sticks and yelling, "I'm the king of the mountain!" One day Bracken said, "Mom, we're playing on the farm." he waved around and said, "This is a farm." Close enough!
Bracken, Chandra and I were able to stay with my two littlest brothers while my parents and other younger siblings went to Lake Powell for a "work" trip for Dad. We had so much fun! We missed Brian, who stayed at home to start back to school, but we kept busy playing hard.
Breonna hates it when anyone refers to my parents home as a "farm" or "ranch." But for us little city dwellers, it's about as close as we'll get. They have a big field to run around in, ducks, chickens, dogs, horses and a goat. Plus a good sized garden and all the gravel around the storage units to play in. When I went outside to bring them in for dinner I'd usually find them in the sand box, down at the chicken coop chasing ducks or trying to catch the chickens, purposely letting the goat out so they'd have to catch her, feeding the horses, riding bikes, or climbing up the gravel pile with sticks and yelling, "I'm the king of the mountain!" One day Bracken said, "Mom, we're playing on the farm." he waved around and said, "This is a farm." Close enough!
This is Dallin milking his goat Brooklyn. He bought her with his own money, goes out to milk her morning and night, and sells her milk to neighbors and friends. He's an efficient little milker, and it takes a lot of hand strength! Bracken got to help milk Brooklyn too, but he usually only stuck around long enough to get a stream or two of milk in the bucket, or have Dallin squirt milk into his mouth (grimace from me, but oh well), then he would feed the goat, chase the chickens or climb the rock pile.
She's become a thumb sucker, but doesn't know what to do with the rest of her fingers so they usually end up covering her entire face. She tries to get all the fingers of both her hands in her mouth at the same time, and just ends up gagging herself. She's not all dressed up here, but I love her big blue eyes!
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