Living in America's Dairyland

Today was the annual Dairy breakfast. Every year a different farm gets to host the event. We weren't sure how it would be this year with all the water we had accumulated this week but we go every year, so we went. We even managed to rope a few other families into coming with us. Two families arrived as we were finishing breakfast and we never found them again. Did we scare you away???? We can't likely make new friends if they run and hide when we invite them out.

Anyhow, the turnout wasn't quite what it usually is and the place was covered in mud and slushy cow pies. But we trudged through it. My pants and shoes acquired a fair amount of bovine waste as a souvenir this year.

I had a good time in spite of it. Who doesn't love to sit in a barn and eat off of tables put together with haystacks and boards. That is good authentic Wisconsin living.

We must start with the most important picture in all of Dairy breakfastness. They cook the eggs in a massive pan and use dustbins to stir them, hopefully not the ones they use in the barn.

Alex, Alyssa and John getting their Dairy breakfast faces on.

Katelin, Sara and Jared (who has to be photographed sneakily which means he doesn't get to pose)

Chloe grubbing...her sport of choice!

Don't they look excited about a room full of stinky calves.

Me and Chloe seizing the photo op moment on the tractor.

More of our Kodak moment

Then my two outdoorsy, animal people fed some cows.

Me and Alex? Not so much...but we didn't complain about the cow crap so we get some country folk bragging points for that, right?


This cow kept sticking its head out to give Chloe a look.

Alex playing in the pit of soybeans. They bury tokens in pits of corn, sawdust and soy beans and you get prizes for finding them.

Alyssa treasure hunting!

Soybeans in flight!

Sara willingly laid down to be buried in the beans but she didn't look super excited about it.

Chloe was a little unsure about the soy bean pit but she eventually warmed up.


So we stayed at the breakfast until closing time (10 AM) because we are serious breakfasters. Do you like all my made up words with the root word breakfast today?

Of course the cow heaps inspired our fisherman Jared to go fishing for "an hour" after breakfast. He asked if Seth could come play and maybe share a Big Gulp. We know that an hour is different in fishing standard time so instead of sitting around complaining about absent husbands me and Katelin hung out, after I bravely returned to Walmart to purchase those ridiculous Fathers Day items that got abandoned yesterday.

And here is how the rest of the day looked. I sat on the back patio with Katelin chatting while our kids played and fought and added dirt, popsicle, pizza and cookie mess to the cow dung they were already wearing.

I didn't care one bit...I was busy overstaying my welcome and gabbing with my friend who is moving away, of course!


So there you have it. One more lovely day in the life of a Wisconsinite.