On the first day of spring break, G and I took the kids to a farm in Oregon with baby goats. They require reservations and you get an hour of goat therapy, according to the website. We left Pa and Adam to work on the kitchen project for the afternoon and headed out to the farm. On arrival, Sloane and Soren were not so excited about that good old farm smell. They quickly got over it once we saw the sleeping pile of baby goats!

Soren was closer in size to the goats. When we would put a goat in his lap, another couple would come up too. Soren got pretty overwhelmed with hooves on his chest, chewing his jacket, and filling his lap. He was more interested in looking at their hooves and in their mouths. Soren also loved the miniature rooster and the big old ram.

We set a goat in Sloane’s lap and she also pet a few I held. After a short time, Sloane was in heaven. The goats had numbered tags and on a big white board their names were listed. This season they all were named after Harry Potter characters. Sloane would find a goat and check out their name. Our favorite was Nymphadora Tonks. By the end, Sloane was picking up goats, cradling them, and trying to bring one home.