Look! Pictures!

If I throw some photos your way, perhaps they will distract you from noticing that I don't actually have anything much to say about this random collection of Kodak moments.  Except I just told you, so I guess you noticed.

Anyway!  On with the randomness!  Which, of course, all feature Cubby, as that seems to be my only photographic subject these days.

Fishing.  That is, smacking the water with the top section of a fishing pole.  Surprisingly, he did not catch any fish with this method.

But then, neither did A. with the more standard fishing method of actually putting a line with a hook in the water, so perhaps Cubby is not so foolish after all.

Still buddies, even after all these years (two) and so many indignities.  That Mia is an awfully good dog.  Cubby's not so bad, either.

Oh, and today's lambings bring the current lamb count to 14--eight girls, six boys, and three ewes left to deliver.

Happy May Day, duckies!  I'm going to have a baby in less than three months.  Just thought I'd throw that in there so you can all start hyperventilating on my behalf because I haven't done one damn thing to get ready for this kid, including moving his big brother out of the room that will be his when he arrives.  In two and a half months.

Breathe.

Lambs Everywhere! Continued.

With the promised photos, which you should know require me to walk ALL THE WAY up to the pasture.  Emphasis on "up."  I don't really appreciate "up" anymore, in my delicate condition and all.

Anyway.  The photos.

It was apparently naptime in the nursery when I arrived.

I think this is one of the ones born just yesterday.  But don't quote me on that.

Sure is a sleepy bunch.  They just wouldn't do anything photo-worthy.  I suppose their adorable faces will just have to be enough.

Edited to add:  Current lamb count: 12.  Seven girls, five boys, and four ewes left to deliver.

Lambs! Lambs Everywhere!

Current lamb count:  Wait, hold on, lemme count . . . okay, we're at ten lambs.  Seven girls, three boys, and five ewes left to deliver.

That's a whole hell of a lot of lambs, people.  And there are so many more to come.  At least five more, probably more like eight.  There's a lot of docking in our future.  Whee.

I suppose you want pictures.  You always want pictures.  But I have none.  Oh well!  You'll just have to check back in tomorrow for those!

I know how to keep you coming back for more, don't I?  Right.

Listen Up, Mama N.

I'm done with this snow bullshit.  I don't care that it didn't stick; I do not want to see snow flying through the air three days before May.  It's spring.  We have newborn lambs* that do not appreciate the 26 degrees you gave us last night.  Knock it off.  Bring on the mild weather.

That's an order.

* Two more were born to a Merino mom on Thursday night, bringing the current lamb count to six--four girls, two boys, and nine ewes left to deliver.

Yard Boy

Back before I got caught up in all this gestating stuff, I was the one who did all the lawn mowing on our property.  It was not a small task, to say the least. We have a couple of acres of grass in various places. But then I got pregnant and A. quit his law firm job and ever since, he's been the resident mower.

The only lawn that can't be mowed with the riding mower is the dog pen.  And since it's so small, I decided that we didn't need a push mower with an engine.  I hate engines.  They always break and I don't know how to fix them and you have to mess around with oil and gas and . . . forget it.  So I got a reel mower, and I mow the dog pen.

But now I have a helper.

Finally, a mower Cubby can operate. 

Sort of.

You can't keep the boy down for long, though.

Especially when there's grass to be cut.

He spent a full twenty minutes pushing the mower around the dog pen today and didn't step in dog shit once.  Success.  On both counts.

I Did Not Take Pictures. You Are Most Welcome.

I know you all get great joy out of my carefully taken and artistic photographs (yesyes, massive sarcasm indeed), but I think you'll be glad I didn't whip out the camera to take some shots of the lamb tails in a bucket.

Yup, just the tails.  Today was docking day for the four lambs born recently.  It's an unpleasant aspect of raising sheep, to be sure, but a necessary one.  The tails are shortened because it both makes the sheep easier to shear and reduces the amount of shit (literal shit, that is) that accumulates on the rear of the sheep. This means fewer flies and disease problems.  So, off come the tails.

A. uses a tool that looks kind of like pruning shears, but they plug in and get hot.  There's also a cauterizing bar on it.  So basically, he cuts the tail and then burns the flesh to stop the bleeding. I hold the lambs for this, which is just about as disgusting as it sounds, and pretty gruesome even for us, accustomed as we are to the gross and bloody.  Nothing makes you feel more like a heartless bastard than chopping the tail off a tiny bleating lamb.

One nice thing about sheep, however, is that they have very little brain and absolutely no memory.  Two minutes after their unpleasant procedure, the lambs were kicking their heels up and racing around the pasture in a pack.

So obviously no mental anguish there, then.

Also no mental anguish for Cubby, who watched us do this.  He looked a little concerned, and said, "Ouch," several times on behalf of the sheep.  Quickly followed by, "It's okay, lamb."  By the time it was all over and A. pointed out to him that the lambs were fully recovered already, Cubby had lost interest entirely in favor of pinching tulip leaves with the needle nose pliers.

And because I know there are some of you out there who are wondering what we do with the tails: We throw them in the trash.  No, the dogs do not get them.  That would be way too disturbing.

And Now Q&A for a Lazy . . . Tuesday?

Okay, maybe I should just admit that I'm lazy ALL the time, and if you give me an easy out, I will take it.  Nothing of any great note has been happening in the past couple of days because of the amazingly shitty weather (snow, rain, ice pellets, non-stop wind) that has kept us all cooped up inside.  Also, there is more sickness.  The MiL has sadly come down with the Cold from Hell and just as Cubby was getting better, he caught another goddamn cold and so began the cycle of snot and coughing anew.  My reaction to this was much silent profanity.

So not so much with the fun and entertaining lately.  Therefore, let's get to some questions, shall we?

1) How is the potty training going?  Why, I'm so glad you inquired! I just LOVE lavishing even more attention on my son's bodily functions!  Actually, it's good.  He doesn't have accidents much anymore, maybe once a week.  He isn't wearing a diaper at all for naps and in fact hasn't peed in his nighttime diaper in about two weeks.  On the downside, the kid STILL will not tell me when he needs to go, and if I ask if he needs to, he ALWAYS says no.  But since I spend much of my own time in the bathroom anyway, I just haul him in there with me and he goes regularly despite himself.

2) How is the pregnancy going? No problems, other than the run-of-the-mill ones for every pregnancy ever.  That is, I have officially entered the third trimester, which is unofficially known as the trimester in which everything gets awkward and uncomfortable.  Everything.  Sleeping, eating, lying on my back, sitting down, getting up, putting on shoes.  It's way fun.  And still three months to go!  Yee haw.

3) How is the nap/no nap going?  The no-nap phase was mercifully short (although even two days seems like WAY TOO LONG with a tired and pissed off toddler to deal with) and he's back to sleeping about an hour and a half to two hours a day for his naps.  Yesterday, when I had to go to the doctor and left A. with a napping Cubby, that kid slept over three hours.  Lucky A.  But that was only because Cubby is sick.  Anyway, he's taking good naps, which makes for much more happiness all around.

That's all for now.  Maybe something of note will happen tomorrow, but in case it doesn't, any more questions for me?  I'm digging this Q&A stuff.