wheeler farm 2015

Back during Spring Break the kids insisted we go to Wheeler Farms, "It's tradition," they said, "We go every year."

So we invited the cousins and grandparents and off we went.

We started out with our annual harassing of the wildlife. (We are never going to be invited to join PETA.)

This poor bird/duck/goose(?) finally had had enough and flew away with an angry squawk.

Sorry bird/duck/goose, they just can't help themselves.

Just ask the seagulls in Oceanside.

Did you know rolled up peg leg pants are a thing?

Hello 1987.

Big boy cousins sometimes give little boy cousins a ride.

In the next few pictures Bekah has turned into Vanna while everyone else ignores me, which is funny and typical.

I'm calling this "action shot no.2", since I have no idea what Harry is doing.

This gigantic goat challenged the boys to a grimacing contest.

We're still not sure who the winner was.

The classic, all american, photobomb.

One of these boys seems pleased with this animal, one seems disgusted.

One second we were all on the bridge looking down, and then before I knew it, these two were down below walking in the water.

As per usual.

Oh, you know, just sitting in the dirt, like you do.

My son, Godzilla.

Harry wanted his own personal photo shoot.

Big cousin, little cousin.

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Fun! So glad the tradition continues!

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