Bunny the Goat

I KNOW this is my second consecutive animal related post - but, really I'm a bit outnumbered here in that department. Plus, they're just so quirky that I'm pretty much constantly entertained by them. So, remember Bunny the Goat? (the survivor out of the Easter-Bunny Goat duo) Well, she's found a new spot to perch on, highest ground apparently. I have honestly pulled her down no less than ten times today. I had to post this picture.


By the way, for those you just joining us here, I am in no way responsible for naming the Goat. I was actually much more supportive of the boy's first choice, Indie (for the vintage version Indiana Jones - that's right I'm raising my boys right). Nicky is now completely confused. We were reading a farm animal picture book the other day and I couldn't for the life of me convince him the picture of a baby rabbit was really called a bunny. "NO, dat Bunny!" he kept saying, pointing, of course, to the picture on the opposite page of a goat. Lovely, really.

Unlikely Friends

*All you non-animal-lovers beware of the following post*
So, I'm pretty much an animal geek, as anyone who has known me for more than say ten seconds knows. I have a hard time turning away a stray anything. (The chickens and goat can attest to this.) Two winters ago I would hear a cat somewhere in the horse shanty every time I went to feed the horses. The cat was super whiny but wouldn't let me get near it, so I left food for it. Little by little the cat came out and eventually even started following me back to the house - at a safe distance. Since he lived in the barn the boys named him Barney (SO clever, I know). He's actually a pretty cute orange & white cat so I tried to change his name to McDreamy but the boys wouldn't have it, so we compromised on Mr. Barney McDreamy.

Now Barney sleeps right outside the back door and is petrified to come in any further than that. He pretty much seems to think he's a dog - or at least one of the gang. He follows Duke and Sadie (Again, yes, I know, our creativity cup on pet names runneth over.) and rubs up against them. When I go out to do the nighttime feedings I feel like I'm being tailed by the second-hand cast of Homeward Bound. I've been trying to get a picture of Barney hanging out with the dogs for the longest time and I finally got a few of him with Duke before they both got up. (I think Sadie was somewhere sleeping off her nighttime binge of slaughtered cow, sick! I can't wait until the city puts the fence back up along the canal.)

Alright then - pictures!

The almost curbside view of the house. (The garage didn't make it in the frame.)

Looking into the Kitchen from the Great Room.

. . .AND into the Great Room through the Kitchen.

Dining Room (from inside the Den)

Ahh. The Craft Room and into the Laundry Room from the Mud Room area. (Yes, the West Wing!) Only women could possibly FULLY appreciate this area. Tyler thinks he does, but he doesn't.

The 'Tower Room'. ie: Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair. . . Every girl needs a tower.

And now, what kept me up all hours of the night for the last couple of weeks:
First: Grey's Batman Room. And, yes, the building lights, the spotlight beam and the giant Batman signal glow in the dark. Maybe I'll even be able to get Grey to turn off his night light to see everything glow. . . maybe not.

Second: Nick's Train Room. SO, the hills still need a little work. . . I had to move on. I'll get back there. Seriously.

And my favorite: MY Room. Okay, I'll share. (All you get is the picture of the bed wall - because I'm obsessed with it, and that's about all I took pictures of.)Half-way through painting the wall behind the bed (most of which is actually covered BY the bed, but that's okay because I love the bed too!)I told Tyler that I loved it SO much I wanted to marry it. (It was late.) He told me to go for it, but I'm sure he's secretly jealous. He just hates to give me the satisfaction of ANY kind of reaction to anything I do or say.

The bed, by the way, was made by our friends Steve and Leah at Sleepy Beds. I love its' size and shape and the juxtaposition of its' blockiness with the girlie wall design and bedding. (Told you I'm obsessed.)

ANYWAY - I have to add that you shouldn't go feeling bad for Mr. Max because I didn't work myself to death in his room too - he said he wanted a 'normal room' almost until it was too late to do anything about it. THEN he comes up with "How about we just do a Star Wars room, with Darth Vader and maybe a tie fighter or something?" Like that's not five hundred THOUSAND times harder than the other rooms! It is sweet that he thinks I could just paint those things like snapping my fingers. Sweet, but a leetle bit unrealistic. Good thing FAThead makes a seven foot tall Darth Vader wall-clingy thing. Everbody's happy. (he DOES have magnetic/chalkboards on his closet doors like his brothers - sheesh!)
Blah-blah-blah, so sorry for the rambling. Can't wait to finally move in and have a housewarming party!