Valentine's Day at the Village

Yesterday, eager to get out of the house and see something new, we drove a half hour south to an "art village." It's apparently a place out in the middle of nowhere where an artist can stay for cheap and be inspired as they use the outdoor art studio facilities. It was pretty dead yesterday. We didn't get to see any artists at work, but we did get to feed their alpacas.

Bridget wasn't a huge fan at first. Here you can see her pulling her leg up to get away from them.

The nice lady told us all about the alpacas and the kids asked lots of good questions. The lady brought over a soft baby for us to see, which Bridget was finally brave enough to pet.

Bridget then decided to be like the big kids and grabbed a strand of hay from the bucket. She'd walk confidently over to the fence, but as soon as one got close she'd throw the hay at them and run away. It was hilarious how many times she did that.
That night the kids made their own heart pizzas. I love eating pizza in pajamas in front of a movie (Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Nothing says romance like some lonesome polecats). Happy Valentine's Day!