Saturday’s Surprise: This little piggies girlie!
I’m a pig farmer now and Pee Wee is a girlie girl!
About the pigs…
I’ve had the wheels turning in my head about raising hogs for a few years now. Last year I darn near got a couple to raise but wasn’t able to contact a farmer before the 4-H kids had the whole northern territory spoken for; pink, white, black, green… ha… they were gone like the wind before hooves even hit the ground.
This year I knew better and I contacted a farmer (best friend of my cousins husband) shortly after December, still he put me off long enough that I thought I’d been forgotten among the clovers but just Thursday I got the call. “Jessie, it’s Ian, awh hay-uv yer howgs!”
“You’ve got WHAT?” I ghasped, I didn’t set up the pen or plan to get feed. I hadn’t recently prepped my husband as such things require a fair bit of prepping. He breaks out in hives and just about has a self induced anaphalactic meltdown whenever we have to spend any unexpected money.
Okay, so he is really not THAT bad and I am a pretty sorry tight wad myself but spending a couple hundred dollars on another of my “pets” (no I’m not going to tame them and walk them on leashes to market) gets the eyebrows in a bit of a furrow. When I spring things on him he often bucks and then I humbly submit and we live happily ever after.
The truth? I throw big fat baby fits and we have heated debate, I plead my case, he pleads his and over closing remarks we realize somehow we ARE speaking the same language, fighting for the same right cause only coming at it from completely different angles. Still dizzy from my tail spin I get a glimpse of his purpose and realize, he is fighting FOR me not AGAINST me and then we start to make sense.
Besides, what good would a couple 50lb pigs be if we couldn’t get groceries for the week. To market to market to SELL a SCRAWNY pig!?
Well, after calling a truce we talked about it like civilized people and in the end we both agreed that it is worth the investment and wasn’t really the last minute thing it seemed to be on Thursday. Although it begs the question are we “civilized people” if we raise hogs? What is “civilized” anyway? Tea and crumpets, cocktails and croquet or simply all those folks with running water and a roof over their head trying to make a living and livelihood as “aliens in the land”. Actually running water may not always be a necessity, but that’s a different story and we aren’t talking necessity are we!?
Speaking of being civilized my other revelation for the day is that my little Pee Wee is becoming quite a girlie girl!
It was bound to happen, the fourth of three boys and a tomboy mommy whose least favorite color is pink. Although I do own two very pink shirts to wear with my cute camo capri’s. I like to dress up and go on the town just like any girl but my idea of dress up is more like cute jeans, dangly earrings and a walk on the board walk followed by frilly coffee while we check out the classic cars parked at a local diner. Or of course there’s always desert and swing dancing, or line dancing if I’ve downed enough coffee! Town to me is home where you know everyone and most things stay the same. I’m an idealist and I like the way “nostalgia” rolls off the tongue.
Pee Wee is already beginning to turn that all around. I even found myself day dreaming about shopping with her. SHOPPING! I don’t SHOP and pick out cute clothes or cute decorations for entertaining. Sigh, I’d rather be getting dirty.
She also has decided she really likes chap stick. The girl is 9mo old and every time she gets a glimpse of someones chap stick she reaches and makes a little grunt sound. I’m sure that has something to do with the taste but even a sweet tooth proves my point doesn’t it? What girl isn’t a fan of chocolate and strawberries? That was truly all I craved when I was pregnant with her? Coincidence, happenstance? I think NOT!
Want to know what I craved with the boys?
The one thing I had never liked before.
The one thing that made me shudder at the though of it.
The thing with the most disgusting texture.
The very thing that now, after craving it through three, boy pregnancies I LOVE!
I also discovered this week that she is fascinated with getting her hair brushed. She has no hair but still, she loves to have the fuzz clinging to her little noggin brushed and brushed and brushed. I’ve known for a while that she likes hair because one of the ways she self soothes is by winding my hair in her fingers or gently pulling at the little patch of hair on the back of her neck that didn’t get rubbed off in the “bald spot” stage so it is longer than the rest. If you can picture it you might be thinking Joe Dirt! Yes, my little girl has a mini mullet. Ack! I couldn’t cut it, she loves that “tail”!
Furthermore my little Pee Wee has no problem whatsoever allowing anyone and everyone to dote on her. She has quite dexterous little fingers yet half the time if you try to hand her a piece of cereal she will hold up her hands and lean in while batting her feathery eyelashes and parting her pink little lips, “feed me!”
She loves nothing more than to be held and totted around and she lives for favors from her brothers. That little girl has three small boys one big boy and a smitten mamma wrapped around two little fingers and that’s just in OUR household!
Oh dear! Not my daughter!? I was going to have four boys!
Thank you Lord for you know best, I would have never guess how fun it is to have a little girl!