Today, Shawn had Jr.
Farm Camp at Primrose Farm. He learned
that when milking a cow, if the milk is pink that means it is bloody. If the
milk is chunky, that means the cow is sick. That udder can't do milk, but another
udder might be able to. They got to pet the work horses. Shawn said they were so
soft! There were two pigs: a brown girl and a gray boy. (They're new to the
farm, since they were not there when we collected eggs a few weeks ago.) He learned
that the mother sheep was fluffier & bigger than her two (not so little)
babies. They made chicken crafts using their handprints for the body and
tailfeathers. There was also a cow & duck project but Shawn liked the
chicken better. The kids also got to ride in a tractor pulled wagon and play in
a tire swing. Shawn said his ride on the tire swing was too fast and that he
wanted to get off right away!
We came home for
lunch, but then I had to return a few flower pots that weren't meant for me
when I picked up a small collection at a Freecycle house yesterday. Next, we
zipped up to Arlington Heights for Spanish camp for Shawn & Parent/Tot
class for Lilly. After class, Lilly and I found a Pier 1 and swapped the
scratched floor model table for a still-in-the-box-new one and even picked up
another counter stool and 2 more chairs that they had in stock. Just 2 more
chairs to go, so I ordered them from our local store and they'll be available
in about 10 days. Then, we rushed back to Language Stars to pick up Shawn and
race to I-90 West to battle traffic on our way home.
Luckily, Raj was
home when we finally made it. He helped me unload the furniture. I kissed the
fam goodbye/goodnight and headed out to Aliano's restaurant in Batavia for a
Vino Van Gogh night out with the Gymboree moms.
Using acrylic and
canvas, we painted Walk by the River, which (unbeknownst to us when we signed
up for the painting) is the hardest painting they have available right now!
Ack!
Jane, the Gymboree mom who sat next to me, started off with a solitary woman in her painting, looked at mine, and then added her husband holding hands. She said that seeing mine gave her permission to change hers and she was much happier with it. The rest of the class had individual walkers, whether male or female.
The room was less
than ideal. We were seated elbow to elbow at high tables across a long, narrow
room and the instructor positioned herself at one end. She had an assistant,
but she wasn't all that helpful. It was hard to see and hard to hear. Plus, the
instructor went really fast and it felt like we were constantly trying to play
catch up, missing steps in the process. All of that was frustrating. BUT, it
was a night out for 4/5 of the Gymboree moms. Our first. We shared a bottle of
moscato and gave each other moral support as we struggled through the artistic
process. Though we had a few frazzled nerves because of that process, in the
end, it was a blast and we said we'd definitely do it again. Now to attempt
scheduling another night we can all get together...
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