back in september, while we were on vacation, we visited a winery. we saw in their pictures that they had sheep on site and asked if we could show dylan.yes, we took our toddler to a winery. also it was ten AM, and i was eight months pregnant. none of that is point of this story.
dylan was still kind of bite-size back then. see, no hair. do you like how jim basically managed to crop me out of this picture?
anyway, the sheep were housed in a picturesque stone structure that was easily one hundred years old. despite the quaint digs, they were the dirtiest sheep you have ever laid eyes on. their shaggy wool was filthy and gray, and their hay was exceptionally grungey. they were bedded down when we got there, but then all ten or so of them got up at once and took turns peeing all over everything.
they peed like pint-sized race horses.
they peed in tandem.
they peed on their stone wall.
they peed on each other.
they peed on any romantic notion we had about a bucolic excursion with our toddler.
it was like nothing any of us had ever seen. we stood there kind of awestruck, not knowing quite what to do or say.
apparently, it left quite an impression on dylan, because to this day she still brings it up.
we got this creepy/awesome book out of the library 
where all these figures are constructed out of vegetables. we got to the number 10 page and started to count the sheep, like we'd counted the other figures.dylan was a little too excited to count.
"sheep peeing! sheep go potty!"
(photo: saxton freymann
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