Buffalo

After one of the roughest days on record (involving on-and-off waking from 1:30 AM on with coughing fits, a deposit in the diaper with one of the diaper tabs loose, a nap of half the usual duration coupled with a head cold and a half a night's sleep making for a hugely cranky boy,  opening the freezer door and having the handle come off in my hand, and a coughing fit in the grocery store that ended with the boy urping his snack up in Aisle 7 as we were on our way to pick up Dad at the train station) on Friday, we opted to take Liam to NH to pick up some meat yesterday.  The trip is a little over an hour each way, but we figured he might catch some sleep, have a relaxing morning, etc.  It was a gamble, but we were going for it. 

He was great on the trip up, and once we got there, he LOVED the buffalo.  The woman who runs the store has a grandson a little older than Liam, and she let him pet the buffalo heads on the wall, offered him some buffalo summer sausage, and let him out to check them out outside, too.  He was all excited about the piggies on the way up, but the buffalo stole the day for him.  Here's a picture of Liam with Buster, the meanest buffalo that they have ever had. 

His favorite was Grendel (also just a head now, sadly), a buffalo that had imprinted on the woman's daughter and would follow her everywhere.  It was a good start to what turned out to be a good day, despite his on-going head cold.  I think Liam would give it two thumbs up, and I'm pretty sure he'll be running for the car when we have to go get meat again in a few months. :)