Houseguests and Goats

Due to a ridiculously high fever and a demon possessed car, we were unable to join our family at the beach last weekend. I'm still not over it.

But the boy got better and the car got fixed, so they came on (as planned) to spend a few days with us! Yippee!

The boy and his cute cousin played in the sprinkler, and we all roasted hot dogs over the fire pit. Yummy!





When we made s'mores, I made a fascinating discovery about my "little" brother. He likes his marshmallows absolutely burnt to a crisp. Just like me! I never knew that we both enjoyed the torching of a marshmallow.

The next day, we gave them the obligatory "tour" of Fort Bragg. This place is huge and there aren't any really "impressive" buildings to see... so you just drive around a lot and go to one of the museums. Which was closed. So we walked around one of the displays outside... old planes and vehicles. The cutest nephew LOVED it.





Somewhere along the ride to our house, my sis-in-law did a little Internet reading and "discovered" a Fayetteville treasure that I had only heard about.

Jambbas Ranch.

Oh boy. It consists of land and a couple of guides and some animals. Mostly goats. Lots of goats. Possibly a million goats.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE goats. Always have. I would actually own a goat, and have twice considered dragging one home. Then my husband reminds me that we live on a military base and that would probably not be allowed. Nor would our neighbors like us when it climbed all over their car.

Anyway... Jambbas Ranch. It was really a cute place, and the boys loved being able to feed the animals.










The goat obsession must be genetic.

We had one particularly exciting moment. The sheep we were feeding got a little ticked off and rammed the fence separating us from him and his big horns. Everybody jumped a few feet in the air, and my nephew cried and cried. Mean old sheep.

My only complaint was that it was not a pleasant day to be outdoors. The next time I visit my goat-friends at Jambbas, it will be November. 100 goats + 95 degrees... you do the math.

We were so sad when Tuesday arrived, and the crew had to go. They were headed on to SC to see Baba and Papa for a few days. I am grateful every day that I actually get along with my brother and that I adore his wife. I know SO many families where this isn't the case. And an adorable nephew just makes it even better!