When I was little, my father used to sing to me on my birthday:
Happy Birthday to you.
You live in a zoo.
You look like a monkey,
and you smell like one, too.
And then I would cry hysterically and run away to my bedroom. *insert door slam here* After this past Monday Tuesday Wednesday of trying to settle back in to ‘normal life,’ I think he may have been on to something. Don’t tell him I said so. This place is nuts.
My child has discovered nakedness. As soon as we hit the backyard, she’s stripping off clothes and looking for a sprinkler or puddle or animal trough. Enter: the bloomers. Grammy hooked her up with 2 pair from her fabric stash and I have 3 more pair cut out and waiting to be sewn. I also bought her white Hanes camis… oh my word, how adorable. This child will be naked 87% of Summer. The rest of the time, she’ll be in pantaloons and white undershirts.
Salty’s kittens (4) opened their eyes the day we got home from Tejas. The next morning, one kitten had disappeared. I was absolutely distraught internally, but took it in stride. Yesterday, that kitten reappeared under Rylie bed… a little skinnier than the others after his 2-day solo adventure, but otherwise fine. Holy Bananas. THEN, I heard a ruckus (yup) in the living room the yesterday and figured a chicken was attempting to storm the castle (again), but no. Just a post-pregnancy mamma cat upside down and caught between the two doors. I remember feeling that way, too, Salt. Hang in there.
The chickens have stopped laying in the coop. This is due to many factors… mostly involving their interim landlord whilst I was away. They just don’t like peeps not wearing an apron. I have 30 or so ladies who are capable of laying eggs. Yesterday, I found 4. I’m not so great at math, but that’s not quite adding up. I shall dress pretty today and lure them back to their digs.
Then, just because things weren’t interesting enough, we hooked up a temporary electric fence and let the cows into the backyard to mow the grass. Here’s a picture of the baby you haven’t seen yet: Miss Bonnie’s 09 calf who was born the week we were in Texas. I call him Scout. Muddy Bravo is behind him with the white speckles. Scout is a much softer, solid brown… like a deer. He. Is. So. Cute. I am going to sneak him into the bedroom tonight and snuggle with him. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
This place is crazy.
That being said, please come visit!
P.S. Vacation photos here [click].