Yesterday KidTwo and boyfriend were traveling by air from Bogota, Colombia to Quito, Ecuador, so I did my usual Mommy bit and carried my phone with me everywhere (the rule is, the girls MUST call when they arrive safely at their destinations so I can stop worrying just that little bit that they are up in the air and not under the direct care and control and watchful eye of this or that relative). I even took the darned thing into the ladies' room, not somewhere I would usually consider answering the phone. Around noon, as I was standing in front of the soda machine inserting change, I got to thinking that she should have called by then, so I dug my phone out of my pocket and opened it up to see if there was any missed call or message. Not a thing. Just the goofy icons that KidThree and KidFour put up to represent my Five Favorite People To Call. I shut the phone, put it back in my pocket, punched the right soda button, took my soda, and headed back to the office where, just as I was planting my fanny in my chair, my phone buzzed. Not the repeated buzz of an incoming call, just the one-time buzz of a voicemail or text message. Huh? How had I missed a call?
I pushed the button for voicemail and heard this:
"Hey Mom, it's me, uhhhh. . . .you're not answering your phone even though you knew I was going to be on a plane today to a whole different countryyyyy. . . . kind of makes me wonder about your dedication. . . . but the point is I'm here, I'm fine, everything's good, everyone's good, we're at grandpa's house and [deleted] (which is kind of nice!). . . .[TioM] and [TiaH] are gone and we just ate like a huge lunch and the house looks awesome and so. . . .we're going to go like sit and digest for a couple of minutes and and then we're going to go to [CousinM] and tomorrow we're going to go to the islands, it's going to be cool. . . .alright, love you, bye. . . .answer your phone next time. . . .okay, love you."
What?!? Question MY dedication?!? KidTwo, as you can see, my dedication--and my Mommy-sense--were working just fine. My Mommy-sense was that too highly sensitive, though, that I picked up the phone after you touched Grandpa's in Conocoto but before the call had the time to complete its connection. Question MY dedication, will you?!? Ha! And Ha Ha!!
(And yes, the laughing mockery in those stresses didn't get past me, either!!!)
So KidTwo arrived safely and all had gone well. I knew it would. Grandpa so loves anyone who loves his daughters and granddaughters. [CousinM] is the girls' 'Ecuadorian Mama,' so I look forward to hearing her reaction to the boyfriend (you see, I haven't met him yet, not in person).
More on the family front: SisterCwas farm-sitting while her in-laws spent a few days out here in Sunny California, visiting their daughters and families. I loved the email and so am pasting it here. (The animals involved are alpacas.) SisterC did have this in paragraphs but for some reason Red Room didn't like them. . . .
Last weekend I was out there by myself in the afternoon to feed the animals and rake up the barn. I almost tripped over him. Him being Al, that is, the brand spankin' new baby boy that was born that day, and who was sitting quietly on the floor in the barn. Now, here you have to know that last week we went down to Cuba, MO to Fran's, and that Fran has many animals, including Al the Camel. This brand new baby looked just like Al, only tiny (Al the camel is ENORMOUS). Same caramel color, same curly-ish locks, so cute. I called Teresa when I couldn't get DP on the phone and Teresa came right out and checked him out and said, "he looks just like AL!" I told her I thought he needed to be called Al. Diane agreed, so Al it is. That was baby number one. We were out two days later, again just in the evening, I had done the chores, we were ready to leave, and Nora said, "wait, I haven't seen the new baby yet, can we go see the new baby?" Of course I said sure and we went out to the barn for a minute that turned into a couple of hours. We got out there and I noticed that Cara was on the floor again, and didn't look right. I knew she was due. I had seen her sitting down that morning, which isn't that unusual, sometimes they sit down. Then seeing her again that evening I could tell that she was in some distress, the baby wasn't coming, and they are normally born in the morning anyway, and it just wasn't right the way she was laying. She looked a little freaked out and uncomfortable to me. So I called Teresa who came out once again. While Nora and I waited for her to arrive we moved some fence around to make a pen for what we hoped would be the new mom and her baby, right next to Andi and Al. Turns out we wouldn't need it yet. I was right to think something was wrong, and when Teresa came we ended up taking Cara into the Vet Hospital at MU. By this time it was 9 p.m. on Sunday night. I still had not fed kids dinner, and Nora had homework, and well, out night was shot to hell. Shakespeare's pizza at 9 on Sunday, then home to bed. I stopped at the vet hospital in the morning, just coincidentally at exactly the time they decided they needed to go in and get that baby out. It was breach as they had suspected. Baby and mom were fine. If Nora hadn't said, "I want to go see the baby" we might have missed Cara's distress and the baby could easily have died, or worse, mom too. So that was baby number two. That morning I waited until the vets had finished with Cara and I got to go see the brand new baby. He was all brown, limp, and worn out, poor little thing. He looked dead! He wasn't though, not by a long shot, and is now doing fine and back out at the farm with DP. So this was only the first three days of farm sitting. What else could happen right? Nothing much ever happens when I'm farm sitting. Well... There's more. The boys and the girls are kept in separate pastures and sections of the barn, right? No mixing other than that condoned and arranged by DP. Boys here, girls there, always, always. I got out to the farm on Monday afternoon, I think it was, and there were just alpacas everydamnwhere! Boys, girls, it was a coed party! Shit, shit, shit. How could I have left a gate open? Am I that stupid? I've never done that before. I had been out in the morning to check on AL, and it was now 5:00 so they had all day together. So much for DP not breeding anyone this year! HA! Turns out all the gates Where I had been were indeed shut, and so I walked the fence. There it was, the gate that is wired into the fence in the back pasture, the fence between the boys and girls, was breached, the gate was hanging open, and the boys must've said, "come on in girls, the grass is nice over here..." and in they went. I now am pretty sure it was Sonic who caused the trouble and probably just pushed and pushed at that gate until the wire snapped. He's got the devil in him, and they often get into this kind of small mischief when DP is gone. They like to test me, I swear they do. I waggled a bucket of feed at the girls (they're so easy) and coerced them so sweetly back into the barn, and I had to shoo Sonic out. It wasn't too hard. Imagine my surprise when I got into the barn, finally, and there was another baby in the pen we had set up for Cara!! Are you kidding me? Another baby?!? Dan the farm hand had been out in the morning and had found Latina and her brand spanking new baby, just an hour or so old. She's black with a white face, and I think her name is Lucy, she really seems like a Lucy, but she is not DP's to name, belongs to a woman named. . .who boards her with DP. She is really cute too, but Al is the best looking, that fawn/caramel color. Three babies in as many days. What a surprise! When Al was about 4 days old we decided to move the divider between the two mom pens to give them all a little more space to move. Nora and I moved the fence out. Al took off on a circuit, running, hopping, springing, running, in circles around and around and around. Up to that point he only had about 6' x 8' to stand up and walk a bit in, no frolicking room. Now he was off like a rocket, it was so funny to watch, his first frolicks. Adorable and hilarious. Nora and I watched that for a long time. ********* And some more family news, this one especially for Mary P: SisterL does genealogy, I would say as a hobby but nothing SisterL puts her mind to is that casually done. Last year she went to Ireland to follow up one line and tracked down a bunch of relatives. One of those relatives came to California last month to settle someone's estate, so here is a picture of Dad (taller and fatter) with CousinO from Ennis, County Clare, Ireland: :
I hope all have a pleasant day.