On the Homestead:
Oh ho ho, do I have a story for you! The other night after the kids went to bed, Daniel and I watched a crime/detective show full of suspense and creepiness. Just as it was over, there was a knock at the door (around 9:30pm) and I could see it was a car we didn’t recognize. Because I’m generally a paranoid weirdo and I had just been terrified by the crime show, my first reaction was “don’t answer it!” But since Daniel is not a complete loony, he did answer it. (Knowing that he was shirtless and still wearing the bicycle shorts he rode home in makes the story better so make a mental note of his attire.)
So, he opens the door and the woman on our doorstep says, “Hi! Do you have pigs?” (We don’t.) “Because there’s a little pig running around out here.” And indeed, across the street there was a little black piggy snorting and trotting about. “I guess I just figured it was yours,” she continued, “because….” (gestures around at our overgrown front yard vegetable garden and chickens). Then apparently she considered her job complete having alerted the neighborhood weirdos that there was a pig running amock.
Daniel, being the “take-charge of the situation” sort of fellow that he is (and still wearing only bicycle shorts) runs across the road for the pig, catches it, and carries to our shed. If you’ve never heard a pig squeal, imagine how loud you think it would be and then multiply that by 2038. SO LOUD. IN THE DARK. BEING CARRIED BY A MAN WEARING ONLY BICYCLE SHORTS. The little piggy runs into the shed, Daniel closes the door, and then laughs harder than I have ever seen him laugh.
Animal Control’s after hours hotline goes straight to the Police station which wasn’t terribly concerned that a little lost pot-bellied pig was in our shed, so they told us to just keep it overnight. Which meant the kids woke up to the news that we had a pig in our backyard. Talk about excited. Benjamin was so thrilled with the piggy that after months of refusing to work on writing letters (although he recognizes them all and knows what sounds they make) he made a sign that said “PIG IN SHED” quite legibly. OK, so it said “PIG IM SHED” and the “shed” wasn’t entirely legible, but what? Where did that come from? Note to other parents of preschoolers: If your child isn’t motivated to work on writing, just get a pot-bellied pig. Anyhow, the pig’s owner came by the next day to pick her up and we are invited to visit our new friend whenever we like. The End.
The Quotable Lucy:
Benjamin: “Lucy and I aren’t that cute, but Baby Gwen sure is!”
Lucy: “Hey! YES I AM!”
The Quotable Benjamin:
“The pig is soooo cute, Mama! She’s as cute as Baby Gwen!”
Quote of the Week:
Why I Love the Necessary Cesarean: Better Than Eden
DIY Transition Boards: Mama and Baby Love (I think Benjamin needs something like this. Wish I were crafty enough to make one.)
How to Stop Hating Facebook: This Ain’t the Lyceum
This is how excited I was about Gwen falling asleep early so I could have a girls night out with some friends while Daddy held down the fort at home. Because I hate pumping, outings without Gwen in tow are few and far between.
The Florida heat is downright miserable in August. But I love where I live. North Florida is full of beauty.
And remember to enter the Shaklee giveaway to win some great B-Complex supplements! Today is the last day to enter as it closes at midnight tonight (Friday)! Be sure to check back tomorrow when I announce the winner (chosen by random number generator) because Angela has a special gift for all the Carrots readers.
Hope your weekend is wonderful and that we all have a hint of autumn in the air!
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