Friday, April 16, 2010

Abma's Farm

I love love love Abma's Chicken Salad.  And I've been craving it like nobody's business this week.  No...I'm not pregnant...just want me some Chicken Salad.  I don't like Chicken Salad.  At all.  Unless it's Abma's! 
But here's the thing.  How does a skittish mother of triplets (plus 2) "run into" a farm store to pick up some chicken salad?  Well...she doesn't!  Especially when there's a petting zoo right there.

Finally, the urge got to be more than I could handle!  So yesterday, I did it.  I bit the bullet and took the triplets to Abma's Farm to get some Chicken Salad and see the animals. 

What was I thinking?  How was I going to keep track of them?  How was I going to keep them from grabbing everything off the shelves in the market?  Was I suffering from temporary insanity?  How was this going to work?

Who cares...I have to start getting out with the gang if I have any hope of not losing my mind!

Thankfully, it was a beautiful day and the kids ran right up to the animals and started yelling out each name...

..."Buuuuh-kneeeee"...

..."Tuuuur-keeeeey"...

...and that's where the fun ended for Eli!  I snapped this picture right before the turkey snapped at him!  There were cries, tears and screams...and not all from Eli!  Nearby moms were horrified.  I was calm...sorta.  I quickly dropped the camera and ran to check Eli over...he was fine...the turkey didn't get him...at all.  When the coast was clear...I laughed.  Only Eli would be so enthusiastic that it would cause a turkey...at a children's petting zoo...to snap at him!

Thankfully, the trauma with the turkey didn't end our trip to Abma's.  Eli forced me to carry him for a whopping 60 seconds, then joined Cole and Ava as they continued around the zoo looking at the sheep,  pigs, ponies, goats, etc.  At the fence for each animal, the kids squatted down and talked to the animal like it was a little baby...

"Hi wittle piggy...hi...hi pig..."

They stared at the baby chicks for QUITE a long time.  I think they were drawn to them since there were so many "babies".  Maybe they didn't feel quite so strange being triplets since the chicks were like thirty-lets.


On the way out of the petting zoo (can I just mention that every time I go to type "zoo", I type "zoe".  I should've thought a little harder before naming her!), the triplets indulged my request to pose in the face holes of animals.  No...I was not successful in getting all three to look at me for a picture.  I wasn't even successful in getting their face in the shot.  They would look out the hole and then look down to see the animal.  I don't think they quite got the concept.  But Cole did get something...his head slightly stuck in the hole.  Oh the joy of having a GSM (Good Size Melon).




After being "good shoppers with hands in their pockets", the triplets were rewarded with home-made donuts!  And Mommy was rewarded with Chicken Salad!


Yes, Mom, I brought wipes AND antibacteria wash to use on their hands before they ate the donuts!

1 comment:

Fred said...

hey u had time to take pictures so it couldn't of been that bad lol