Well folks. I finally have something exciting to post about.
Let me rephrase that.
I am finally going to take some time to write a post about something exciting.
You see, it's not that some exciting and/or cool things have not been happening. It's just that I don't sit my butt down and write. Lately, I have gotten into the habit of laying on the couch to watch a movie (rented, mind you, since we have no tv) before bed. I'm not really crazy about watching movies. More often than not I'm disappointed with the use of my time when it's all over. The only reason I really do it is that my hubby likes to unwinde by watching a movie and sometimes it's the only time we get to spend together in a day.
So, if the one or two readers of this blog who are not my sister or couzint (see side bar for links) have checked their respective blogs out, you would be up to date on the news of all the new babies in the family. Big news in the family indeed. Three new bouncing baby boys. They also have blogs for their babies specifically so one can go check out pictures of cuteness and cuddliness. Chubby little cheeks, tweakable little noses...sigh.
Add to that all the hoopla on celebrity adoptions. Why everywhere you turn it's Angelina this or Madonna that. Baby, baby, baby.
It's almost enough to make a peson who is a mere less-than-two years away from Emptynestdom do something drastic.
Ok, it is enough.
We've adopted a baby.
We've ADOPTED A BABY!!!!!!!!!
What? Am I crazy?
Yes. But crazy like a fox.
See, after reading about the family babies I was all "Awwwwww they're so pinchable" and stuff and thinking how my own two are almost grown and they're such cool kids and all and soon they'll be GONE and WHATAMIGOINGTODO!!!!.
Then I got the email.
It started off innocently enough. I sent out an email to my cousins (the ones with TWIN newborn boys) to see how everyone is doing and how are the babies and all. The dad of said twins sent an email back that...let me see here. How can I put this? I don't know if the fact that I watched Behind Enemy Lines 2 the night before had anything to do with how I interpreted the email but it seemed a bit...uh...disjointed. Almost desperate.
So then I was all like "Babies. Wow. No way."
That maternal urge kept vexing me.
So, I went ahead and did it.
I mean "We". Since it's now the politically correct thing to say. (ie, "We are pregnant", "We are giving birth", "We have gas pains, are retaining water, have hemorrhoids, have back pain and want to kill the father". Oh, that last one isn't a shared part of the process? Oopsy.)
So we went on line and picked out a baby and mailed out our check. About three weeks later a rather interesting man dropped him off and it's been pure parental bliss ever since.
What do mean "No way".
That is too how it happened. No, really. It was that easy.
Ok, well maybe there was a little bit more involved what with picking out where he would stay and all that but, really, it wasn't as hard as Madonna makes out to be.
She's so dramatic about everything.
So now, being the new parent and all, I am going to post a crap load of photos.
Are you ready?
Will you be able to even stand all the cuteness you're about to behold?
Here he is....
OH. MY. GOD. He's so cute!
Isn't he? Isn't he?
Here's his little nose.
Look at it! Can you stand the freaking cuteness that it is?!!!
Here's another one.
His little ear.
Gah! Make it stop! I can't take any more!
A little foot! Look how cute that little foot is!
And guess what? He is such a good boy. He even helps my hubby. Look, here he is helping to put some metal sheeting on the outside of the stall.
You thought I meant a human baby.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
What, are you nuts?
Ok, ok. I'm teasing. I know I misled you all. I'm bad like that.
So, anyway, now WE HAVE A HORSE!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!
I've only waited for this for, what, 30 some years. And, truth be told, it is really my hubby's doing. I was all "We're not ready for a horse" because, um, we weren't. And he was all "We'll never be ready so let's just get it."
And, whaddaya know, we did. I gotta hand it to him, he pulled it together. Well, I helped too but you know what I mean.
Take a look at this stall and little corral.
Ok, you're not too impressed. But! It was made with stuff that we salvaged off our own property. It DIDN'T COST ONE CENT!
How about that? Impressed now?
Although, I'm not too sure what, exactly, that might say about us...
Anyway, the lack of cost of the stall and corral was somewhat balanced by the cost of the electic fence.
Yes, I know there is no electric fence in the picture.
I don't want to talk about it.
When I called the horse delivery guy - THE NIGHT BEFORE THE HORSE WAS TO ARRIVE - to go over all the details, I said "Can I ask your advice on something?"
HDG: Sure, what's up?
Me: Um...electric fe-
HDG: Won't hold him.
HDG: You there?
Me: Yeah, uh...
HDG: They have to be trained for electric fence. He's too young. Doesn't know what it is yet. You have a spot with a wood fence, right?
Me (lying through my teeth): Uh, yeah. Sure.
And so, at about 5 pm, we had to salvage more wood and build the corral. (Reminder to self - buy lots of wine and beer for hubby's brother and friend for helping.) It was pretty much done by 1 am and, wouldn't you know, there was a glitch on the HDG's end and it wasn't until the day after that the horse showed up.
But, in the end, it all worked out.
Just like my hubby said it would.
He's so freaking smart sometimes.