Project – Love Postponed

Well looks like we’ve decided to postpone Project Love again and make it in conjunction with Project Valentine’s Day. This weekend was absolutely crazy! I guess a crazy weekend following a crazy week, what more could you expect? Friday night I got home from work and you guessed it, more lambs. A set of twins out of a rather crazy ewe. Prince Charming picks the lambs up and tries to coax the ewe out of the pen but it didn’t work. So there was feed in the trough and I pounced on the ewe, got ahold of her, and she proceeded to drag me all around the lot. Now we’ve just recently had snow melt off and then it snowed on Friday (as you saw here) which melted away within an hour so the pen the ewes were locked in was a nasty sloppy mess. Well with her dragging me around in the mud somehow I lost my footing and went face first into the mud landing my right knee on a rock. I screamed and Prince Charming put the lambs down to come get me but then instantly picked them up b/c the ewe was going nuts. I got to my feet but I thought for sure I was going to hurl. I finally hobbled over to the feed trough and sat in it (and it was full of water). By this time my dad came up from feeding cows and started helping but didn’t know that I had hit my knee so was yelling b/c I could hardly move. big breath of air!! We finally got the ewe and lambs in the barn and Prince Charming & I ran in the house and cleaned up so that we could go pick Tbug up after gymnastics. Friday would have also been my Grandma Smith’s birthday so she and my grandpa’s favorite place to eat was Red Lobster. On Wednesday would have been Prince Charming’s step dad’s birthday, so as a way to celebrate their lives, we went to eat at Red Lobster.

Saturday morning I was woke up (first to shooting knee pains) to a sick baby lamb. One that we’d brought in the evening before. We wrapped her up in a towel and set her infront of the fire place. Then proceeded to tube her to get milk into her belly. Tbug helped me with this. We’d planned on opening her a savings account that we will put money in for her good grades she earns so right before we walked out the door to go to the bank, we decided to tube the lamb one more time. That just brightened her right up. She looked at us bright eyed and we wound up putting her in a box so we didn’t find her walking around the house when we got back. And then off to the bank. Tbug had a birthday party to attend for one of her friends and then that night for dinner she and Memaw had a dinner date. They went to Del Rio.

Sunday morning we woke up to the sweetest little lamb cries and then from inside I heard my dad cussing. I wasn’t sure what was going on so I woke Prince Charming up and we got dressed and headed outside. We walked all around and couldn’t find him. It turns out the bull was over on the neighbor’s place so he had to get him back over the fence. Then Tbug had stayed the night with Memaw so we went to pick her up and give Memaw her Valentine’s Day present (from Tbug) and then we ran into town to give Prince Charming’s dad his Valentine’s Day present (from Tbug) and then headed back to the house to band lamb tails and move momma/lambs and expecting around. Prince Charming gave Tbug a bigger lamb to carry and she said she couldn’t. We told her to bring it as far as she could. She told us later, next time she wants a lighter/littler one. She was great help though! Then she went and helped my dad do chores in the barn. We got done with enough time to take her in the house and clean her up and then Prince Charming took her to meet her momma.

All plans we had of doing a photo shoot were wiped out with time restraints and bruises and swelling. Maybe next time. However I did snap a few photos of Tbug with my phone while we were doctoring baby lambs.

Daddy helping Tbug catch the lamb.

Daddy telling her how to hold the lamb so I can take a picture

A sweet girl with a sweet lamb!

Here she is staying out of the way but making sure she’s not missing any of it

She caught me getting her picture.

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