Yesterday, my wonderful husband came home covered in poop, and since he works in agriculture, this isn't necessarily an unusual happening.
I gingerly planted a kiss on his lips, making sure I don't get to close to the poop, then went about making supper, when he casually mentioned, "We had twins."
Now, WAIT!! Before you go thinking that the stork really does drop of little pink and blue bundles...lemme explain:
THAT is the kind of baby he is referring to. But still...TWINS?! How exciting!
Two girls...two healthy, beautiful, covered in mud and afterbirth and poop, girls.
Only *sniffle* her mama rejected her. Poor, sweet little thing...our kids sure were giving her loads of attention, though. And now (Oh, yay!) it looks like we'll be bringing this sweet little Red to our home to bottle feed until she's good and strong and can rejoin the herd.
(This is the mama with her "favored" twin...see her? The itty bitty thing in the lower right corner?)
(Ag Lesson of the Day: Apparently, when a cow births twins outside, she will often reject the first born. Something to do with the calves being birthed far apart geographically...and, also, maybe that cows have the memory of a gnat and forget that they just pushed out a 70 lb creature from their womb before they pushed out it's 60 lb sibling. Believe you me, no WAY I'd forget something like that. Anywho...so, they reject baby #1. Unless it's born indoors, in a smaller space. Weird. Oh, and FYI..."afterbirth" is called "cleanings". Double weird, call it what it is ag dudes. Afterbirth.)
So...little Red needs a name. Any suggestions?
(PS...don't forget to check out the giveaway I have going on over on my review blog! BlogHer and Gatorade are letting me giveaway a $100 Dick's Sporting Goods gift certificate!)