Happy Father’s Day from my herd to yours

Happy Father’s Day from my herd to yours

I still need to write about and introduce my little captains (we already know daddy Wentworth, but three of his four kiddos with sweet Annie are fine little sons: Frederick, Harville, and Benwick).  It’s presently after 2:00 AM, so now is not the time for that, but as Wentworth is the most patient and adorable daddy pig ever (patience which reached a limit after 2:00 AM Saturday morning when Benwick was climbing all over Wentworth to try to wake him up to get him to play), he deserves a place to charm you (Note: All these photos were taken 12 May 2013, these guys were four days old at the time).

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Mom, there's a pig in my food, that's not allowed.

(Little pigs L to R: Benwick, Frederick, and Harville on the far right  munching in the food dish)

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Gotta sniff, it's the boy pig way.

(Little pigs: Bottom left, Benwick; Above Benwick, Frederick; Upper left, Harville)

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I love how this one looks like he is telling them stories...

(Same orientation — Benwick in the bottom corner, his bestie Frederick above him, Harville in the upper corner)

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Popcorning!

Always take time to bounce, play, and just be silly — a still frame between bounces (Little boys, L to R: Benwick, Harville, Frederick).

Blessings for your Sunday, and Happy Father’s Day! 🙂

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REBLOG: Changing How We View the Present – Everyday Awe

REBLOG: Changing How We View the Present – Everyday Awe

The line:

“This is one of life’s great temptations:
to view the past as full of good memories,
the future as full of possibilities,
and the present as full of inconvenience.”

caught my attention to say the least.

I’ve barely stopped moving for cleaning and taking care of guinea pigs. I’m starting to feel like a nut for cleaning and bagging EVERYTHING in my life in at least two layers of plastic. Add to this the complication that Annie is wasting away thin being outnumbered 4:1 by her adorable kiddos who are taking more out of her than she has to give, thus requiring me to supplement her with syring feedings as much as possible (made complicated by the fact that all the pigs are still at my sister’s house!!!).

The insanity of my life? Twice Friday I went to my sister’s house via bus and Razor scooter to care for my guinea pigs. Friday morning I was syring feeding Annie. On my right: the box of her four pups intermittantly freaking out and WHEEP!-ing at the tops of their lungs (Benwick, this means you!) for Annie to be put back. On my left: my dead-tired baby niece who woke herself up hungry then re-woke herself up pooping…I was just eyeing her to make sure she stayed put and had some inert toy to mess with while Grammy got a chance to eat something, as poor Grammy hadn’t had a break to do so. I was listening to the audiobook of Persuasion by Jane Austen at the time. Every one of my six guinea pigs is named for a character in Persuasion, but as Anne Elliot has a sister named Elizabeth, my niece’s name also is found among the characters…and there we all were.

This is my life.

That said, I’m still mining my RSS feed for posts worthy of reblog. Eventually I will have time to finish the post I started on Tuesday…

Here was one that I found amazing, on (written by an introspective Christian mom), a post titled “Changing How We View the Present,” click below for the hyperlink to the article:

Changing How We View the Present

Blessings for your day! – VKS

Herd’s the word

Sometime between when my sister left for work and when my brother-in-law wandered through the office this morning, Annie had her babies.

Not one…

Not two….

Not three…

But FOUR baby Wigglewhiskers!

There was the thought that the little runty white one was being rejected, but removing the house did the trick.  She’s still bleeding out a bit, and I’m waiting to get some alfalfa for them to clean the box out.  Annie is a great mama pig (as I knew she would be).

Annie and Wentworth are named for the two main characters in Jane Austen’s Persuasion.  Thus, names for kiddos all come from the same novel.

O Captain, my Captain — three little captains: Frederick, Harville, and Benwick — and the sweet runty little white Sophie girl.

Pictures and personality profiles soon.

The quiet mystery of elusive tiny paws

The quiet mystery of elusive tiny paws

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Gratuitous Wentworth cuteness, taken 11 JUN 2010

Barometric pressure changes always do a number on my head — migraine today, trying to keep quiet as I try to kick the headache.  In my own tiny 7′ × 9′ corner of the universe I  am trying to be quiet.

I can’t vouch for anything going on outside the confines of my 7′ × 9′ corner of the universe, but that’s another story.

I need to clean cages later, but I’m waiting until I feel a bit more human and a bit less woozy.

I spent a good bit of my morning cuddled with Annie and Wentworth in-turn.  Got baby-pig-kicked by one of the yet-to-be-born pups.  There was movement on both her flanks, but if there is more than one pup the other pup didn’t have his or her baby guinea feet facing outward.  It’s hard to keep my hands on Annie’s flanks without tickling her and ticking her off.  One thing I count precious, however, is that Annie still wants to be touched, held, and cuddled even this late in her pregnancy.  There is a quiet holiness in sharing that moment of the mystery of new life yet to be born.  She is assymetrical, not sure what that means.  Not sure how many pups there will be, but I love them all already.

Waiting is hard.  Finding “God in all things” in the quiet mystery of my Annie is not.  Blessings for your day. — VKS

(Note: Don’t have any recent photos of Annie, but there can never be too many pictures of sweet Wentworth’s cute smile to brighten the day.)