one baby goat, please

For the past few months, my significant other and I have been spending every weekend working on Mom’s house that’s been on the market forever. We’ve been removing wallpaper (what a royal PITA), painting, ripping out and replacing toilets and vanities, and laying new flooring. We’ve been fortunate to have one of my SO’s friends come help a couple of times…that was a major help. And we hired someone to paint five rooms this week, which means we’re really almost done now.

It’s looking way better. I really hope someone buys it soon.

After working five days a week at our full-time jobs, and working all day every Saturday and Sunday since January…we’re tired. So we’re taking a much-needed break this weekend.

I’m actually writing this from a rocking chair on the back porch of a cottage at Serenbe, a super-cute farm getaway on the edge of a planned community built upon the principles of sustainability and a simpler life. Amidst the crowing roosters and sweetly singing birds, I hear the dripping residue from this morning’s rain and bells ringing around the necks of frolicking goats right across the path.

Which brings me to the baby goat.

There have been a lot of births on the farm recently, and one of the mama goats had twins. Sadly, she refuses to feed one of them, so the two-week-old kid has been kept in a crate near the main house and is being hand-fed from a Mountain Dew bottle-turned-baby goat bottle. He’s SO CUTE. And he looks so lonely and sad, curled up in the corner of his crate. After checking in on him last night on our way back from an excellent meal at The Farmhouse, and watching his little head bob with sleepy eyes, I wanted to steal him and bring him back to the cottage. I wanted to tuck him into bed and kiss his furry little forehead to let him know he’s loved. I know…this sounds way cheesy, but if you saw the baby goat, you would feel the same way. In fact, my SO—who is the last person I would call overly sentimental—admitted that the kid was darned cute.

So I’ve decided I’d like a baby goat, please. I don’t think my HOA docs allow for goats, so I guess I’ll have to add that to my list of someday-maybes.