Let’s all be really quiet and just look at this tiny, sleppy, one day old baby goat. Donchya love how baby goats are called kids.
[Horrible crashing sound as you trip over the watering can while trying to get a closer look] That’s just great. You woke the baby.
Whoa, that baby won’t even look at you.
Oh no! I think baby’s gonna cry.
Get a bottle in that baby, STAT, Miriam.
How can I quantify *HOW MOISCHE* I wanna bebbeh goatsie-poo?????????
Fird Brirfle wants goat poo.
She said so, she wants poo 
(OK sending giggling 4 year old Gigi to her room now)
NOW WAIT JIST A COTTON-PICKIN’ minnit ……..WHYIOUGHTTA…..
Here you go, Fird! *handing Leslie a big bucket of steaming aromatic poo fresh out of the goat*
Enjoy!
XOXO
Skippymom– erm– where did you get that?
At the farm, Theresa! They have plenty more, all different kinds, if you want me to get some for you.
*grumble*
*mumble*
No good fer nuthin’ . Kids, these days.
GIT OFFA MY LAWN YOU KIDS !!!!!
I hear goat poo is very good for lawns.
Choklit chips!
*giggles with Gigi* I heard it too!!! Firdie wants poo!!!
*snickers unbecomingly*
*pouts*
Hang on, kid! I’ll be right over with a whole lotta meelk. It is all yours in exchange for a little snorgling.
At least nobody put the baby in the corner…
I read CO fairly well, but what is “sleppy”?
It’s what you become when you haven’t had enough slepp. You get sleppy.
The way I was this morning when I totally had no clue until I got to the bus stop that it was 6:55 a.m., not 7:55 a.m. I obviously need to get to bed earlier…
Like when you’re at work and all day you’ve been wishing you could just go home and go back to slepp because you are so sleppy you’re not sure you will make it through the day without falling aslepp. Like that.
It’s when your eyes keep closing, and your head starts waving back and forth on your neck, and you wake yourself up with your own snores.
Isn’t that the weirdest thing, when you catch your own self snoring??
Especially if you’re driving an eighteen-wheeler.
I’m in love with the first pic…and then I remember goats eat EVERYTHING in sight. At least the ones at my grandfather’s house in India did…
BTW….CP, was the title a reference to Lady and the Tramp??
This time I was not that clever! In fact, I’m not even sure I know that reference. Do tell!
@CP- I think it starts at 8:30
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1TBuSc33HA&w=420&h=315%5D
AWESOME! My fave phrase is, “Home wreckers, that’s what they are!”
Goats = cheap groundskeepers. Om nom nom nom . . .
We kept goats when I was growing up. We milked them. There is a photo of a five-year-old me trying to milk one of the goats, and the milk stream shooting off sideways.
Anyway, a few years ago, my dad let his back lot get overgrown, and since they don’t keep goats anymore, they borrowed a couple from a family member. Except my dad called it “renting” the goats, which always tickled me for some reason.
I understand that Denver, Colorado, actually does that very thing in its municipal parks. The goats keep the fields mowed, the goats get free grazing and a chance to see the city. They move from park to park. I’m sure that when the last one is all grazed down, the first one is ready for another round of goat-mowing.
how can you stand such natural cuteness!!!
For peeps who really can’t resist a sweetly-sleeping infant:
http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=9209
ewww Theresa, that one’s quite “creppy”
(ie, “creepy” not “crappy”)
Hilarious, Crazy Pants. Just hilarious.