a soft one

On Monday, as promised, we went to Drumlin Farm. There were sheep, including multiple black ones. We didn't get to touch them, though, so we're not actually sure if they're soft. (The rams were out in this pasture, the ewes/lambs were in a smaller field amongst barns with a sow+piglets ("Mommy pig nursing. Switch sides!"), a cow and calf, lots of goats with kids, and a bunch of chickens.)


The animals were totally eclipsed by the tractor, though, which pulled a wagon with hay bales. This was absolutely the highlight for Sam, though the strutting cock-a-doodle-dooing rooster was pretty cool too. We finished our visit with a picnic on the grass:


And here's an older pic, from Mother's Day on Boston Common:



Recent funny: It had gotten warm outside after a few days of cool rain, and after hearing it from us in the morning, Sam announced "it's hot outside" when we left for a barbecue in the evening. And then, after a bit of reflection, "Blow on it." (like we do to his too-hot food)

And he has taken to saying a very careful "Yesss" instead of "yah". With a wee bit of lisp and drawn-out final consonant, plus a falling tone (so not a rousing "Yess!"), it often sounds incongrously thoughtful ("Sam, do you want a waffle?" "yeesss") or even conspiratorial.