Last week, Caden made his first trip to the same place with his Pop (my dad).
Of course he drove us through the pasture. :)
And he helped Pop check on the cows.
He played with Bailey.
And who knows, maybe one day he will love the smell of cow poop.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Nothing like the smell of cow poop.
I have many memories as a kid of going out to the farm with my dad or grandaddy. We would call up the cows, feed them (only after my failed attempts to get them to eat cubes from my hand), I would sit in their lap in the drivers seat and "drive" down the dirt road while we went to check on things, and end the trip by throwing rocks in the tank. It may not sound like a big deal to most, but these are some of my most cherished memories. Crazy as it may sound, I love the smell of cow poop because of the memories attached to it.
Last week, Caden made his first trip to the same place with his Pop (my dad).
Of course he drove us through the pasture. :)
And he helped Pop check on the cows.
And he and Pop had a discussion about Caden starting to help out on the tractor in about 12 years.
Last week, Caden made his first trip to the same place with his Pop (my dad).
Of course he drove us through the pasture. :)
And he helped Pop check on the cows.
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You've got to love the smell of cow poop at your parents house! lol! And...when I catch a whiff...I often think of Holliday! Good times!
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