I love kids. I really do. I’m slightly partial to my own children, but others are kinda fun too. Currently, I have a 10 year old. an almost 4 year old, a 2 year old and a 4 month old bitty baby. The 10 year old and the baby are super self involved and kinda boring at the moment, but my two middles are crazy funny.
As you know, we are in the process of moving out of the city, and into the great wide open where we are going to be growing all the food and raising all the animals… I’m determined to get the husband to allow me to have a zebra, but that’s a story for another day. So far, we have agreed to raise chickens, goats, pigs, a horse or two, and possibly turkeys, but of these, our first adventures will be with chickens and goats.
The other night over dinner, the husband and I were discussing goats. I desperately want to raise milking goats. I’m probably insane, but it sounds fun to me. The benefits of having goats milk are exciting, and we also hope to someday be able to make and sell goats milk soaps and lotions… #dreamgoals.
Anyway, we talked about how we will want more female goats than male goats to begin with, and then our conversation shifted to something boring. The next morning, over breakfast, our big middle, Tyler, started talking about how she was excited to have her own goat. Obviously, she had been listening to us talk the night before, but as we carried on our morning conversation, it became clear that something got lost in translation…
Luckily for you, I got it ALL on video, Watch it here: Tyler talks about Douglas.
I love kids.