I have always wanted to title a post that.
So. Here’s what’s up.
My sister is having a baby in a few weeks. All I can think about is babies right now. Holding babies. Rocking babies. Smelling babies.
(Not to be confused with a smelly baby.)
But, here’s the deal.
I’m done having babies.
Like, the heavens opened up and confirmed there will be no more itty bitty snuggly babies in this household.
And I cried with relief.
So even though I am done carrying babies, the maternal hormones still crave holding somethin’ itty bitty.
So I did what any normal human being would do.
I bought baby farm animals.
Two chicks to be exact!
I almost bought baby ducks, but alas I lack a pond.
Holy crap, baby ducks are freakin’ adorable!
So, without further adieu, here are our two new babies:
Feather is on the left. Fluff is on the right.
Fluff is very well-behaved. Feather is skittish and ran away yesterday for four hours and hid underneath the shed.
I spent an entire afternoon chasing her, and swearing, and crying with frustration, and wondering what on earth was I thinking bringing home two babies.
Then I remembered I always say that when I bring a baby home.
Now, let’s talk seriously for a minute.
I was thinking of getting a baby turkey.
How long do you think it would stay little?
And more importantly, do farmer’s generally accept fully grown turkeys left at their front door?
I think they would be okay with it too.Pin It