Choo! Choo!

I think I see happy little boy in the picture above.  At church, my biggest organ fan Dave gave us this train.  His two girls are getting a bit old for it.  Benny enjoys giving his stuffed animals rides.  What was I thinking?  I totally should I have kept this toy for Christmas.  Its gonna be hard to beat.  A train you can ride around and around and it whistles?  Couldn't be better.

Here is a video of Benny riding the train:  http://youtu.be/tJzLXKq01oY

Recently, Benny has become a huge fan of his stuffed animals.  We have three favorites which he has named as follows: Moo-Moo (a cow), Neigh-Neigh (a horse), and Bear.  Creative names, I know.  Bear is the giant stuffed animal riding the train.  You have to have said three stuffed animals in order to go to sleep.  They frequently go to church with us, go to Nana and Papa's house, they go to the library, and they go to the grocery store.  I draw the line at actually bringing Bear into any public location with us much to Benny's dismay.  He always wants to put Bear in the grocery cart.  Bear has to stay behind to 'make sure our car is ok.'  Marsha (my former bell choir member)---the Bear was an excellent gift!

Benny and his beloved Bear.

Fair Fun

Every year we try to make it to the fair to see all the animals.  Its always a good time.  This year Benny was really excited to see all the animals.  It was extra fun because Cousin Ella was in 4-H this year.  She made a neat step-stool with Grandpa Steve, raised some pullets with the help of Granny Lindy, and made a super cute skirt with her talented seamstress Mom.  At the fair we got to see all of her projects including a fashion show where she got to wear her skirt and talk about the challenging parts and most enjoyable parts of sewing.

For those of you that think roosters are friendly farm animals that happily wake everyone up with a cock-a-doodle-doo, think again.  Every rooster I've ever met is quite mean.  This one would peck Uncle Aron's finger. Benny thought it was pretty funny. 

Somebody let us brush their cow.

Cute little Jersey calf.

 A llama!  The high school I went to was next to a llama farm.  No.  I'm not joking.

They all climbed onto the fire truck.

 Cute little draft pony.

Riding on Grandpa Stevie's shoulders.  They wore matching shirts for the occasion.  Actually, my dad can be found wearing a plaid shirt (usually some variety of blue and brown) 99.5% of the time.  Plaid shirts are fondly referred to as a 'Stevie shirt.'