Those crazy goats...

As you all know we have added two new members to our little family... Pickles and Sugar Pie our sweet baby goats. Boy are they sweet, and boy are they mischievious. They are like Caillou with hooves! They insist on coming inside, and if you don't let them in, they sit at the window and stare and baa at you! Once inside, pickles enjoys running through the toys, and SugarPie likes to jump on the couch, then they both run wildly down the hall, jumping on and off my china cabinet along there merry little way into the kitchen. Then comes the chewing of boxes, bags, crackers, and everything else you don't want a goat chewing on. As quickly as I usher them out the back door... Caillou opens the front door and we repeat the farmyard festivities all over again, and again, oh yeah, and again. They have learned to jump clear over their fenced in goat yard, argghhh! What is a goat mama to do? They climb in the tree house, slide down the slide, nibble all my greens, but boy are they cute. They paw at you for affection, snuggle up in your lap, and like to be rocked to sleep in the rocking chair, and giving them a bottle is just so precious, they happily drink away and wag their little stumps of tails all the while. A few nights ago we had missionaries over for dinner, and as if Caillou and Jasper's dinner behavior isn't wild enough, the goats got in, jumped on the table, and sent guacamole flying onto the missionaries and spilled milk all over the floor. Tonight, they are up late, it seems if I am not nursing Jasper, I am giving the goats a bottle! Someday I will sleep, just not anytime soon! Goodnight Y'all!