Spring is in the air!

We have had two gloriously beautiful days in a row.  We can hardly stand to be inside, so we haven't been.  Yesterday, after playing and playing outside and struggling to get the children in the house, I gave up and suggested we go have our first picnic of the season.  We walked across the street and ate a somewhat haphazard dinner of sausages, deviled eggs, crunchies, and strawberries (I need to go to the grocery store) under a cloudless blue sky.  It was warmthing.  It was also cut short by a diapering emergency on Blythe's part.  She walked home like a bowlegged cowboy, poor thing.

Brandt, sporting Kent's hat

Then this morning we got word that Blythe's Aunt Alisa's horse had foaled in the wee hours of the morning and we had to go ogle the new little colt.  Today just happens to be Aunt Alisa's birthday.  She got a pony for her birthday--how spoiled it that?  And he is too cute! 

Here is Charlie

The children were delighted to see him, although Blythe wanted to watch him from a safe distance.  Charlie's mom Duchess made her a bit nervous.  Brandt, on the other hand, proudly fed her carrots all by himself.  Baby mammals are just too sweet.  

Here is Charlie again

And this is Twinkie, another colt born about three weeks ago.  

See!  Darling baby mammals.

Here I am with my darling baby animals.

I mean children.

Brandt petting another horse.  

Blythe wouldn't touch them, but Brandt would because, in his words, 

"I brave."

Blythe with Aunt Keyaira--safely on the far side of the horse.  

While the horses were a big draw, Brandt was more interested in all the farm equipment. 

How can you keep a boy away from a backhoe?

Or a tractor?

And of course, anything Brandt does, Blythe wants to do too.

Who says girls can't operate backhoes?