An Insomniac's Best Friend

Now I know what to do when I can't sleep! Write to everyone. I was trying to find the pictures Ruby took last summer to post as the picture for my blog and I couldn't find them. I'm going to have to have her bring them with her when she comes this summer. I've been cleaning the scrap room--I should say playing Bureau of Reclamation. I don't scrap or card or create--I collect (right now, mostly dust!!!). I can't believe how many stamp sets I have. But, for those that know and, I hope, love me, you know that one of my greatest joys is organizing. I now have a whole shelf of stamp sets that just go with punches! Sick, right.

We are down to counting the days for the delivery of the first of the baby goats this year. We only have two moms expecting. Blossom is a first time mom who really isn't even showing and then Madonna JUST HAD TO have babies again. As usual we're not really sure when Blossom got pregnant, so we will be waiting with baited breathe for the next three weeks until she pops. Madonna is already playing it up--she wants to be in the garage and having her sippy cup. She isn't due until the 4th of July. I found my delivery book and have been doing a little refresher on the finer points of goat delivery. It seems every year I get a new challenge. I'm not too worried this time though, Madonna is a pro and Blossom is one of Madonna's girls and they do great.

I'll begin the saga of "Poor Truman". We adopted Truman who is a nine week old LaMancha/Nigerian/Pigmy/Something-or-Other Mix. Truman had a really tough delivery, he was the first kid out and there were multiple complications with his birth. His sister is at least twice his size. ANYWAY, our little Truman is handicapped. Normally baby goats are jumping and running and climbing and grazing at two days old. At nine weeks, Truman can finally go up two of the stairs in the garage, but he can't go down. He can stand up to your leg with his front feet, but he can't jump or climb on anything and today was a red letter day because he finally ate a leaf we fed him from a tree. He doesn't know how to graze and he almost drowned the other day when he fell in a food dish with two inches of water because he couldn't figure out how to stand up. We love him. Everyone loves Truman. He has an adopted big brother Sparky who takes care of him. Sparky is ready to join the herd, but he is staying behind with Truman to take care of him. The neighborhood kids come over just to visit with Truman because he is so............Truman. He is still getting three bottles a day and we'll probably bottle feed him for at least a year. Only at my house gang!!! Oh well, I better try to get a little sleep tonight.