Kids

As most people know, we have yet another kid.  No, not as in human child… as in baby goat.  I didn’t think it was possible that we could produce another youngster we would be inclined to call Goat Boy, but, alas, it is true.

When we brought Baby Jakey home, I had read all sorts of things about the newborn sleeping in our room for months before he would graduate to his crib.  I don’t know exactly how long we endured the incessant little goat noises, but I don’t think it was more than three weeks.  My neighbor Karen gave us some of the best advice on parenting we’ve received to date, “Kick him out!”

He moved to his own room and fortunately, the baby monitor was not precise enough to transmit the grunting, baaaing, squeaking and bleating.  We all slept better.

I remember James googling “baby sounds like a goat” and finding numerous parents with the same challenge.  The vast resources of the internet provided no tangible explanations or solutions, but it did bring us solace knowing we were not alone with our barnyard baby.  There are all sorts of parents posting comments and questions about infants that sound like goats, sheep, grizzly bears, dogs, pigs, and even Chewbacca.

So, Baby Nate is our newest little Goat Boy.  James begged me to spend $72 on Amazon yesterday for another “kid” camera that is compatible with our existing set-up.  I’d venture to say little Billy Goat Gruff’s bedside days are numbered…