What do you get when you cross a birthday party for 3-year-old twin boys, a 200-acre farm in Bluemont, VA, and the Argentinian culture? Answer: Festivities that last 6 hours, include pizza and cake, barnyard animals, a jumping pillow, a wagon ride, mini-golf, and a lot of mud, and everything running about an hour or two behind schedule.
This was the first cow we saw upon arrival. I think my city girls were a bit confused.
But not for long. There were plenty of real animals to play with.
Wilbur!
Amalia believes in the direct application method.
Another beast of burden.
The cow train. (My ears kept hearing "CalTrain" and I felt a bit nostalgic for home.)
The kids ended up going around in this thing three times--it drives all over the farm.
The birthday boys Santiago and Bautista.
The girls in cake pole position.
The dissection stage.
Caught in Charlotte's web.
This horse swing was fashioned from an old tire.
I like the word sluice. Like juice, but more exotic.
Andy was so excited to share his love of golf with Lily.
This set of tunnel slides was super fun and very popular, but it had a water hazard at the end, so we tried to stop the kids before they slid into the mud.
Exhibit A
It doesn't get much cuter than a bunch of kids eating watermelon.
Unless it's a whole mess of kids sitting in a row.
The VERY slow wagon ride.
The jumping pillow.
At one point during the day, Lily was heard to proclaim that "the country is better than the city." Then again, she also said that golf was her favorite thing at the party, so perhaps she got a bit of sun stroke.
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