Triplets at the Farm

As I sat in my rocking chair on the farmhouse porch, all I could see were two little ‘cotton heads’ bobbing up and down. Their short little legs carried my seventeen-month-old grandsons down the sand road to the bottom of the hill where the old log cabin stands. They had no idea where they were going but were happy to be free of boundaries and able to go---go---go!

From time to time one of them would stop and grab a handful of sand, while the other one would lose his balance and sit on his well-padded bottom. Then, off they would go again –down the hill with squeals of joy! The boys’ mom and dad were following behind them to keep them safe but the little guys thought they were exploring the big world all on their own. It was such a sight to see the 5th generation of Smith boys going down Smith Road. Go, Kaden – Go, Zander!

Meanwhile, the Princess was sitting in the yard in front of me playing with Easter eggs. Easter is a few weeks away but we had a ‘practice run’ at the farm this weekend. Addison had gone earlier with the rest of the family to explore the pasture but passed on the ‘downhill run’. This was the first farm trip since all the triplets have been walking.