And another lamb!

Bandit had her baby this afternoon. Isn't he a cutie!

Baby Pics



I want to go hold him. Thanks, Anne, for the pictures and for giving my sheep a good home. Anne agreed to keep the sheep at the Hubbell Trading Post in Arizona, where they apparently fit right in. She has part of our former flock, anyway. They went to at least three different homes.

Amidala likes to be the first one each year to lamb, and she did it again this year. I miss her, and the rest of them too. Does anyone know how to say "Skywalker" in Navajo?

Correction on the color - that appears to be a reverse badgerface. Lambs often look darker at birth. This is one of my favorite sheep colors. I love the brown wool. Dala is a red-brown now, but she was actually solid black at birth, to give you an idea how the colors can change with maturation. This little guy might fade too, but I think he is beautiful as he is.

Spring is here, by the way, believe it or not.

I have always tried to claim that if we are getting baby animals, it must be spring. Well, I couldn't bring my sheep to the new place, and knew that I wouldn't find anyplace where I could have all of them. We still have the llama/guanaco, two goats, and two geese and a small flock of chickens that we inherited with the house. The sheep went to new homes, most of them to the Navajo reservation. Amidala had one large black ram lamb on Wednesday. I wish that I could go to Arizona and hold the baby, even though it is cold there too. When I get pictures, I will post them. Anne, if you don't see them appear soon after sending them, feel free to hound me! Thanks.

Wow. Four Months. Has it really been that long?

I have been wanting to at least say something here, and it looks like I am headed into one more apology for not posting more often posts. Sorry about that. And I'm sorry for apologizing too much too. And sorry for just doing it again.

Lots has changed. We moved, for one thing. Now we are in Layton, Utah. There is quite a long story behind that, and I am not sure that I am going to tell it here. Suffice it to say that we thought we were going someplace else, and things worked out in a pretty incredible way to allow us to get into a house that is a much better fit for us, with more space for animals (although with severe limits on how we can use that space), walking distance to schools, library (it was so nice being able to walk to the library when we lived in Vernal, so that's a big plus), really neat neighbors (including one who had been to visit us when we were in Vernal - we had no idea that we were moving by her, as we just used to buy hay from her dad in Vernal and never thought we would cross paths again, but it is so cool that we are neighbors now! she has goats too, btw). Anyway, things worked out pretty nicely.

Last time I moved, I got a job and became an instant workaholic. This time I am trying not to do the same thing, but the potential is definitely there. I had a job before I even got here. We thought we were moving into another house back in November. It didn't work out, but I went ahead and searched for a job, and found one (in November, I think). I told them that I needed a couple of weeks to move. Well, they ended up holding that job for me for about a month, as we didn't get here until two days before Christmas, and they were closed the week after Christmas, so I started in January. I am now a behavior specialist at a sheltered workshop. Please excuse the side-track. There are so many things that I want to get involved with here - groups that I have been a member of before but was too far away and they are right here, and neighbors I want to get to know, and activities I have neglected like blogging and pretty much all of my hobbies, not to mention spending time with my husband and kids. Would anyone like to volunteer to email me if I don't post or if my posts reveal that I am doing the workaholic thing again, and tell me to knock it off?

Okay, so the last two days between work and class (remind me to update you on that later so I don't go off on another sidetrack), I have been gone from about 8 a.m. until 11 p.m. I figured that I needed a day off after that, so here I am. I made a to-do list for my day off.

• Sleep all day
• Catch up with e-mail and online groups
• Update blog
• Clean the house (yes, it shows that I was essentially gone for two days, leaving three kids and the husband loose in here)
• Wash my car (which is covered in salt from the recent storms)
• Pay bills
• Shopping
• Laundry
• Make vet appointments for the dogs to get rabies boosters and licenses, ...
• Research what it will take to finish fencing the back yard to hold the dogs
• Change my name and address on my driver's license (I changed my last name right before I moved)
• Go to the gym with dh
• Eat chocolate (every to do list should have something on it that you are actually going to do, right?)

Okay, it looks like I am working on #3, having only partially completed items 1 and 2. The kids are already getting home from school. What are my chances, do you think, for finishing my list?