Sleepy Little Milk Pig

Mama's little piglet. He was eating happily here, when I took the bottle away so I could take a picture of him while he's awake. He's about to protest mightily, but I snapped him while he still had that "What the hell?" look on his face. He's very concerned he might not get anymore. But he did. He doesn't have a milk mustache but has the baby equivalent. Cute! What's cuter than a milk coma?
When he grins to himself in his sleep, that's what.
All is well here, though I'll be kind of glad when school starts again. The mantra in my house is now "I have three kids and two hands. You do the math."

As I sit here, the two girls are playing in the living room while Dave dozes in and out in his swing. The constant cries of "GET OFF ME!" and "EMMA! NO!" are getting on my last nerve and it's only 9 in the morning. Add to that Dave's whining and squawking every time they wake him up, and you get some idea of my day.

Well, at least it's not as hot here today. It's been hot and humid for the last three days and it finally broke. I suppose we could have put the AC in, but since our water bill went up 60%, our electric is going up 5%, gas is $4 a gallon and I just got a $937 dollar oil bill, I think we'll just sweat.

I've given thought to closing off the upstairs of the house this winter and living in the three downstairs rooms. Serious thought. As it is, I will probably have to go back to work part-time in the evenings to try to keep ahead of the oil bills. Not until Dave's sleeping through the night, though.

I wish, as usual, that I had something interesting to talk about. We really haven't done much lately. Gee, I wonder why!