Dairy Breakfast

This weekend we took Chesney to the Rock County Dairy Breakfast.  We had been talking about it all week, and she was pretty excited. Grandma and Grandpa came along too.

 The line to get breakfast was about 45-60 minutes long, so luckily, Grandpa and Grandma held our spots, and we took Chesney to check out some cows.

 

 And play in the giant corn box.

 

 The last thing we did before we ate was get Chesney a temporary tattoo...and she despised it.  The second she saw it she wanted it off.  Unfortunately, they do not wipe off, so I just pulled her sleeve down, and she was fine.  But for the remainder of the day, any time that sleeve came up, she instantly wanted it down.  Lucky for me, the neighbor suggested rubbing alcohol which took it right off.  I'm afraid she would have been wearing long sleeves for the next week straight otherwise.  Hopefully she feels this way about tattoos her entire life!

 

Finally, it was dairy breakfast time. On the menu was pancakes, ham, apple sauce, yogurt, cheese sticks and milk. Chesney was excited to drink out of a milk carton.  I think I laugh and smile at this girl no less than 10,000 times each day.

 

 After breakfast, we took a tour of the farm including a milking parlor (They have 2,900 cows which they milk 3 times daily in 7 hour shifts!), tractors and calves.  I'm no farm expert, but this was a pretty neat farm.  Below, Chesney is checking out a calf (8 are born each day on this farm).

 A little bigger calves.  These ones would stick their nose on your hand.

 

 We ended the tour with an ice cream snack.

 Chesney really wanted to ride on a wagon pulled by a tractor, so we decided to take a wagon ride back to the car.  We ended up getting on the wagon pulled by horses, which she thought was pretty cool as well.  After about 4 hours of farm time, we were all exhausted.  But she's already talking about going back next year.