barm

Or farm.

But I prefer to use and document the way my Babes, who is already growing up way too fast (so why would I rush it?), says it. Because I think it is too stinkin' cute that she mixes the words barn and farm to make barm. So, I will not correct it. Trust me, it naturally corrects itself. And by naturally, I mean by the older brother who feels the need to correct everything she says, even when she's right!

But on to the point of this lovely post.

A few weeks back, Babes' preschool class went on a field trip to a dairy barm.:) And I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Oh, and I think she loved it too.

Anything baby related is usually the highlight, right?

Well, we were able to feed the calves that were a few days old...

pet the calves that were 1 day old...

and observe the calf that was T minus 30 seconds old...

No, your eyes do not deceive you.....

Guess I should have posted a warning before that last one.

And to the man assisting this poor mama cow: I'm pretty sure that NONE of us moms actually believed you when you told the kids that it doesn't hurt the mama or the baby. All I have to say to that is...yeah right. Have you ever given birth mister? Or a better question would be... have you ever had something the size of a 5 year old come out of you while you're standing, while you're being watched by 30+ spectators, while someone with a chain crank contraption pulls that 5 year old baby out of you?? I think not. So don't try and tell us that that doesn't hurt. Especially when the cow herself is telling us otherwise by the bellows that are coming forth from her.

But I digress just a little.

We got to watch the cleaning process (VERY necessary for the future enjoyment of my milk and dairy products, let me assure you.),

the milking process,

Sure hope they didn't feel violated by me taking this picture. And, boy, does it bring back memories of nursing and pumps....

the processing process,

the storage process,

and, yes, the birthing process (Which my daughter is still talking about. Unfortunately for her daddy, it just often seems to happen during the dinner process, which he is usually not too thrilled about.)

And, here, does this make up for the photo from above??

And we also saw the feeding process...

AND I got some pictures of a little fun in process...

Ain't no cotton-seed mountain high enough to keep me from loving you, my Babes.

The End.