Yesterday was a completely normal day. Unlike Nutmeg, who holed up in the goat house early in the day before giving birth, Fanta hung out with her friends all day. They watched a couple movies and did their nails. She had dinner with everyone.
Then she went into the goat pen and quietly popped out two little bottle caps.
No screaming and yelling or anything.
We knew there were babies when we heard the sound of tiny bleating–and it wasn’t coming from the goat house!
This one is all black, a miniature replica of mommy.
This one is brown with black booties, black around the eyes, a black stripe down the back, and a black underbelly.
And THEY’RE BOTH GIRLS!! (Yes, we’re sure.)
Nutmeg’s upset about sharing the maternity ward. She’s been hiding in the dog house ever since Fanta and her babies moved in.
She won’t let Dr. Pepper go out to play.
Dr. Pepper: “Please, mommy, please, let me play with them!”
Fanta: “Some girls are such drama queens. She’s a screamer, you know.”
Meanwhile, Sprite is still….. Sprite. No news yet.
Mr. Pibb isn’t sure she’s pregnant. What if he did the job wrong?
Mr. Pibb: “I’ll keep trying!