Pac-Man does funny things.

He’s the king of lounging in dust piles.

Oftentimes he sits up and tumps over.

Then he makes like a horse…

And over he goes!

Finn is growing like a weed and already these photos from last week look dated. It won’t be long before we won’t be able to do this any more!

Petunia has been fairly intrigued by her little brother and is more tolerant of him than the other grown-ups. They started playing recently, and this morning they were butting heads. Petunia even tried standing on her hind legs, which looked really funny because she’s so huge right now!

“Mama, play with me!”

“Play with me now!”

“Why are grown-ups so boring?”

Petunia is due this week, and I’m pretty sure she’s got twins. I’ve felt a baby on the right and a baby on the left at the same time. I suppose it could be one big stretch limo of a baby, but I certainly hope not! It/they are lively little critters too! I love feeling them kick after the heartbreak with Nubbin’s kids. I’m probably going to be a bit of a nervous wreck until these babies are safely delivered!

Petunia was looking tired and depressed earlier this week, so I started giving her an extra ration of grain by herself in the mornings along with some Gatorade powder and she seems to have perked up quite a bit. She’s also got a stubborn cough that she contracted a couple of weeks ago. Nubbin was coughing first but she got over it as soon as she lost her pregnancy. I wonder if Petunia has the same thing and is also having a hard time fighting it while pregnant.

May 29th was me and Phil’s 15th wedding anniversary. How time does fly when you’re having fun! Phil bought me flowers and made this lovely arrangement with stuffed goats, a couple of crazy creatures holding hands front and center, and “15 Years of Goatastic Good Times” typed up for me to read. He’d written down something that had happened in each of the fifteen years we’ve been together, with an emphasis on goats.

Last week I went to haul water and Pac-Man came with me. I want him to get accustomed to riding in the bed of a truck without the cage on it, and I really want him to get comfortable leaving the other goats. I want him to enjoy being by himself with people and having adventures like Cuzco does. I doubt any goat we own from now on is going to love getting out by himself the way Cuzco does because all of them will be raised with other goats, but I’d like him to at least get used to the idea and not be terrified, loud, or unhappy.

He did pretty good besides occasionally climbing on the side when we were stopped. I don’t think this goat will ever try to jump out. He’s not terribly athletic and he knows it, so it makes him a bit of a coward when it comes to heights and jumping. This means he’ll likely never be a great companion on rough or technical hikes, but on the flip side, we’ll never have to rescue him off a cliff face like we did with Nibbles.

“Please let me on the porch. I’m a good goat!”

Who can resist a request like that?

“Who goes there? State the secret password!”

“I’m gorgeous…”

“You know I am.”