Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Doesn't this poor goat look exactly like we ladies feel when we're ready to pop? Sorry for the extreme details but it is what it is. We're all putting odds on whether this mom has twins, triplets, or quadruplets in her. Ava's rooting for quadruplets since she really thinks she was put here on this farm to bottle feed a baby something.
Now if we all just slimmed down like this mama did right away. Although I might not recommend her methods - we're treating the whole herd for coccidiosis right now.
Meet Wattles. I've never seen a baby born with wattles on it before so it got a name. If you don't know what that it, google it - wattles on goats - and you'll never be able to say my blog didn't teach you something useful.
Lias is finally old enough to interact with the goat babies and isn't quite sure how to take it.
But who can resist such cuteness?
Nathan's even turning into a masterful goat herder and baby catcher, although he is a little jumpy around them.
And why do I always get the cute pictures of these hooligans in the goat barn? Not quite wall worthy when they've got a goat baby in them but definitely blog worthy.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Somewhere back in June, sandwiched in between Ava and Nathan's birthdays, Laurel's wedding, John's starting MBA school, and our week long trip to Kentucky, E-Lias turned 2.
We celebrated with an improptu dinner with -who else? - the Ryan boys.
We had quite the time blowing out candles, which was ironic cause this was the only party out of the three that the candles didn't get blown out by the wind.
Instead, it was 2 little overzealous 3 year-olds (ahem, Noah and Benjamin) that we were trying to shield the flames from this time.
Of course, Lias wanted nothing to do with the candles and very forcefully said, "NO MAMA, NO-NAH DOED IT" when I tried to encourage him to blow them out.
For months, Lias has referred to the entire Ryan family as No-nah, which we can only assume means Noah but in his mind encompasses the whole crew. Recently he's also expanded his vocabulary (which is actually huge, but basically no one but our family can understand it) to include "Ma-mee" (sounds just like Mommy but means Jayme). He uses this to reference any female mother figure (ie, babysitter, grandma, aunt, lady at the gym who helps him put on his shoes, etc). It's actually a very endearing thing, since everyone who watches him tells me sweetly that he called them Mommy the whole time. Too bad he really means Jayme, but hey, if it works to his advantage, then why not?
He got some great gifts, books, tractors, puzzles and bubbles. He also got the coolest cake (ok, not my finest but pretty decent for the 2 hour notice I had) and we all had a great time. Happy Birthday Baby - or "Bid Boouuy" (big boy) as he calls himself.