Goat Love

This past weekend, Mac spent a few days at "The Farm" with my dad and stepmom, while Ryan and I had a couple glorious kid-free days to do WHATEVER we wanted.  Ryan played golf, went fishing, dined out, watched movies, entertained friends, painted the nursery, ran errands, etc.  I slept.  And slept and slept.  I got close to 15 hours of sleep one night and 12 the next.  I took naps both days and spent a great deal of time on the couch with the remote.  When I wasn't sleeping, I ate an entire key lime pie (I blame baby Mim for all of it).  It was possibly the greatest weekend of my life.  

Mac, however, was busy busy busy as usual at the Farm.  He swept my dad's garage countless times, watered all the plants at the farm, chased geese off the pond, took golf cart rides, went to the Farmer's Market, held baby chicks and harassed the cat and dogs.  Also, my dad's neighbor raises goats and it's spring...so, 'tis the season for baby animals!  He had a chance to go over to the neighboring farm and hang out with all the baby goats.  Apparently there was a lot of kissing and fondling that happened - Mac is a stud, so I can't say I blame the goats.  I guess if he comes down with some strange goat fever, we know where he got it.  As Kelly was showing me the photos of Mac's make-out sessions, I realized I had a bunch of photos somewhere of Mac feeding baby goats from last summer at Grant's Farm that I never blogged about.  

 I guess you could say that Mac's love of goats began at a very early age...

I think he was about 14 months here.

It did take him a little while to warm up to them initially.

These baby goats can be pretty aggressive when you're holding their breakfast (the bottle, not Mac).

Although they did try to eat him too. 

 They chew on your shorts, pull your shirt and try to eat your shoes right off your feet.

 And the fierceness and determination they have when they go after these bottle makes me pity all the poor mama goats out there. 

 Once our bottles were empty (about 3 seconds later), we took some time to do a little goat snuggling.

Yes yes, I know...they're filthy dirty animals...

...but so are some of our best friends and we don't hold that against them.  

 Plus, how do you tell a toddler that he can't hug a goat?  

You don't.  We encourage all types of love in our family.

Even goat love.

 Which may be one of the reasons that Mac is convinced the baby in my belly is a baby goat.

He's going to be very disappointed when Mim comes home looking like a human baby with no horns or tail.

 Well, at least I'm hoping for no horns or tail...those didn't show up on the ultrasound, but I guess you never know. 

 Either way, we'll keep her.  Our love of baby goats runs deep.