My son is not a goat

At last I was able to explore farther in the back of the house. I can’t say it’s our backyard since our yard ends a few feet from the kitchen’s doorstep. hehehehe. I know there is a river down that cliff near the house but I never had the guts to go down there. When the kids woke up from their afternoon nap (and Donald was still snoring), I let them wear their pajamas and grabbed the camera so we can see even a bit of it.

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There is the house, the second yellow house from right. Because of the tree covering part of the house, I can’t get a good view so I decided now is the chance to get a glimpse up close.

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Issues on breastfeeding

I got to read a post from Julie’s blog months ago about her issues on breastfeeding with her four adorable kids and how do people react on why she doesn’t breastfeed. We are actually on the same boat when Ella was still a baby. I tried breastfeeding her but my milk supply isn’t sufficient not to mention my inverted nipple on my right breast. I had no idea if the trauma on my Uncle’s death has something to do with it too and the food that I ate when I was still pregnant. Like her, I do get some negative reactions from my MIL (who breastfed her four children). It’s annoying how people judge you. But when we went to their farm last weekend, I think she has changed her perspective because here’s what I saw. Read more… »

A talking goat

Have you heard of a goat talking? I don’t either but Ella says she does. :roll: While they are playing outside, two goats entered the gate. I didn’t saw it but Ella relates the story to me while she’s having dinner. An orange goat (what? orange?!) came in from the road, with a twine on her neck (Ella assumed it was a SHE). Then she said the goat asked her if they can play together. Then another goat, a black one entered the gate, he doesn’t wore a twine on his neck (This time, Ella assumed the second one was a HE). Read more… »

 

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