Auction

We spent Saturday helping out and enjoying an auction out at a dear friend's farm.

We ended up with a few pigs and sheep, this sweetheart is one of them.

Our older boys are going to show them at 4-H this summer.

 

Here's our Ry-man, shopping.

At an auction you always want to play it safe with 'game face'.  You wouldn't want the competition to drive up the price of the pork you really want- every six year old knows this, yes?

And our dear farmer friend.  Kind of scary the resemblance these two have.

Here are our oldest two working the pigs and sheep.  This is one of the greatest experiences of their lives!

I call this shot the 'First Baptist Fan Club'.  Everyone from our church sat in the same spot of the bleachers, it was pretty funny.

First pig - my littler guys LOVED listening to the auctioneer and scared me a few times by raising their hands.on.purpose. just to give their Mom a scare.  Nice.

Making small talk over the fence.  Overheard of my littlest trying to impress the female fence leaner, "You know there are over 500 pigs on this farm, don't you.  We're buying some.  I'm also planning on buying an army truck with camoflauge wheels.  It's going to take me a LONG time to clean those wheels when I get mud on them, but you have to do what you have to do."

Oh, brother.

Already trying to impress the ladies.  Gimme a break.

Ry-man still sporting the spurs from Auntie Laura, though the boots need to be replaced as he has worn holes in the bottom of them.

Walter's Dad, Jack, hanging out at the auction.

Tarver and Braden working a pen of sheep into the auction block.  They worked so hard this day and loved.every.second.of.it.

And finally, the end of the day.  My baby boy {who is now 5'10" and 13, ahem.} driving this monstrosity of a machine to load up the bought goods with his proud Dad looking on.