The Goat Whisperer

Tuesday morning, we met up with Miles' friends Elliot and Audri, and their mommies, for a day at the children's farm.  It's this amazing, idyllic little working farm, geared toward teaching children about farm life.  Of course, the kids are mostly interested in petting the animals and playing on the playgrounds.

Except Miles.  I don't know exactly what was going on with him that morning, but he was whiny and unhappy the entire time we were there.  I had opted to leave the stroller at home, since normally he won't sit in it for more than a minute or two at a time.  Unfortunately, that left me carrying him all morning, since he had no desire to walk at all.  I had resigned myself to the fact that Miles was not going to enjoy it at all.

And then we saw the baby goats.  Suddenly, he wanted down, to walk into the pen.  The second he came through the gate, half a dozen itty-bitty goats surrounded him, and his delight was palpable.  He petted them, and followed them.  At one point, he even sat down with them.  Several babies surrounded him, nuzzling him gently, and asking for more scratches from his little hands.  The grin never left his face.