- Woody is back, after less than twelve hours at his new home he was returned. The husband returned him, and said that he was too nervous and didn't settle down. I have a feeling it was a spousal thing since his wife was so excited about things working out. Dad picked him up last night and is keeping him until we get the new fence up to keep lambies in and Woodies out. Lesson learned-Make sure you can convince your husband of the necessity of adding to your household numbers.
- Urho is back in the mudroom in horrible shape. He has been cycling between good days and bad lately. Yesterday he was looking a bit rough, and by this afternoon he was relying on Nate to transport him. A call to the vet and a shot of penicillin were today's order. We will see if he makes it through the night or not. Lesson learned/revisited- Sheep are touchy and they can die easy. Hopefully Urho can pull out a miracle, a second time.
- Annafleece had to give us a death scare this week too. On Tuesday night I went to give her a bottle at 10:30 pm. She is usually maaaing and "hoofing" her gate by then. There was no noise, and when I opened the crate she came out. What a sight, her belly was blown up about three times normal size. So to the sheep book I quickly went and we began a 2 1/2 hour treatment saga. It reaffirmed to Nate and I that sheep are either healthy, or dead, and there isn't much room or time between. So we gave our fleece baby every remedy I could find in books or online and that my cupboards would support. We finally resorted to a stomach tube in attempts of releasing gas from her belly. We got a bit of a "belch" up and then nothing. At 1 am we made the decision that we had done all that was in our power, plus I was facing the realization that my alarm would be sounding off in just over four hours. Now picture the look on my face when Nate tells me to wake him up in an hour and he'll check on her... you see it? It's not a happy face... Needless to say, he took the initiative to check on her himself. I fell asleep preparing myself to find a cold Anna in the morning. At around 3 am he woke me up to tell me "we have a football again." Anna was back to a much more normal state yesterday morning, though she was still sore from all our poking and prodding. Lesson learned-keep an eye on those bellies!
- Still no lambs from Scar. She and Charlok (aka Shrek) are at home with all the other sheep. Nate's been hard at work getting the new fence up. All the post are in on three sides. He still has to put posts in along the river and string the fence. It will be the most challenging side because there is still six inches of water on the field. The river is still over its banks, and we were lucky enough to get another bit of rain today.
- In kid news: the boys have both been at daycare full time this week. Isaiah is doing well, he is such a laid back boy that he likes the new toys and all the action to watch. Kohen is doing ok, just not going to bed as early as we would like, so mornings are a struggle. I think we are all looking forward to Saturday! Isaiah is loving his food. So far he has sampled squash, green beans, carrots, and peas. Kohen wants to share everything else with him as well. Koe is pretty interested in the baby food thing. Tonight at dinner he asked to sample the carrots and rice cereal. He gave us the most hilarious face and then said, "Mmm, that is kind of good." However he turned down a second bite! Same case with the rice cereal, only that was followed up with a quick drink of milk too.
- In class news, I'm on the homeward stretch. My second to last graduate class for my certificate in Autism Spectrum Disorders started last night. So far I'm fulfilling my husband's beliefs about my over achievement crisis, I've managed to get A's in the four classes I've taken so far, hopefully the trend continues. I'm just hoping that the further education will lead to further opportunities. I'll keep you posted.
Well, I suppose that ends my therapy session for tonight. Life is not all bad. I have a wonderful, supportive, loving husband and two beautiful, busy boys. Plus, summer vacation is three weeks away. Maybe I'll be able to get into the garden by then, and mow the lawn, and sleep with the windows open, all those wonderful rejuvenating activities that make the stress of teaching challenging children worth it. June...July...Ahhh, August.
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