My weekly email regarding all things pregnancy asked if I’ve toured my baby’s birthplace yet. I laughed. I’ve been scrubbing (what I hope is!)baby’s birthplace, does that count? Sweeping, mopping, picking up toys… pretty sure I know this baby’s birth place inside and out better than anyone else.
Sterling got a new toy trailer in the free bin at the local farm supply store. It was without it’s truck. He spent ten minutes trying to find a truck here to pull it with and when it just wouldn’t work the way he wanted it to, he announced, marble run in hand, “I’m going to play with this instead. That fixes the problem!” It’s a band-aid fix, I’m thinking.
Yesterday, it rained. It was beautiful. The temps broke, and Blaine got downpoured upon. He said he was actually cold for a little bit there. Today, the humidity has it feeling hotter than it’s been. But it was worth the reprieve and the cooler sleeping weather. Major bonus would have been if I could have slept – but still.
On the agenda for tomorrow: sell three goats. That will cut us back to just four. Sweet. Beyond that… my kids get to see a goat auction tomorrow. Should be fun! And no, we will not be bringing any home. Please, no.