Can you milk me, Focker?

I took the kiddos to the Jersey Barnyard this weekend and it was a fabulous time. Hot, but fabulous. We had the whole place to ourselves as we must have been the only ones foolish cool enough to go there. We had a little hayride down to the barns...

No A/C on this ride... just an umbrella and a hot breeze!
It got a little bit, er, smelly along the way.
Once we made it to the barn, the girls were able to see where the cows are milked, twice a day, at 4am and 4pm. They were pretty fascinated by the whole process.

You know you're a mom when you can identify with the cows on this part - I kept thinking "Man, I could've one of those when I was pumping!" Except for the whole four-teat part. Big Sis tried her hand at milking - yowzers. Let's just say she was good at squeezing but not at milking... no worries though. No animals were harmed in this process!After the grand dairy tour, we ventured back to see some of the other animals on the farm.

We took turns at feeding the baby calves, and the girls were lucky enough to have Grandpa Frerich turn up to feed all of the calves, so they got to help him place the bottles in all of the calves' bins. See, it pays to be the only cool people on the farm!
After all of the excitement, it was time for the pièce de résistance... a little bit of Blue Bell, the best ice cream in the country. The pink in their cheeks was matched only by the color of their strawberry ice cream.Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle... thank God we're country kids!