But recently we decided to try to visit the Farm Barn in Hahndorf. Today was the day. I packed his bag with his tools, his earmuffs (which did come out), his chewy, a fiddle toy, his sunglasses. We arrived nice and early and there were a few groups of people there. Asher did quite well to begin with, and once the farm show ended up being more of a talk about the history we took Asher out to meet some of the larger animals. He had a ball. Well, that's an understatement, he was in heaven. He pet the dear, watched the emus, met the ponies, saw a peacock show off. We headed back in after we noticed the other people had left. We had all the guinea pigs, bunnies, lambs, chicks all to our little selves. Asher was very gentle, he pet the animals again and fed them carrots. Both he and Layla had the opportunity to feed a lamb each a bottle of fresh cows milk from Daisy, who they had seen milked earlier.
But the most surprising, touching moment of all? When he gently cradled a guinea pig in his lap and held a carrot for it. My Asher, the boy who runs nonstop, doesn't understand what walking is, who jumps, bounces, runs full pelt into people, he sat on the stump of wood holding that guinea pig for at least 10 minutes, more like 15.
This mumma couldn't be any prouder.
