Accidents and Strangers

The trip outside was nipped in the bud yesterday. I was getting B.B. dressed when I heard Baby Girl scream. I jumped the gate and ran into her room to find her pinned underneath all 5 drawers from her bureau. She has been sent to get out some play clothes and decided she wanted summer clothes. For some reason she thought I kept them in the top drawer (it's a catch all for clothes that don't fit and things we never have hung up since we moved in...3 YEARS AGO!!!). When she pulled the drawer out somehow she tipped the entire bureau over and the drawers came crashing down on her. I also keep all their Little People playsets on top of it, so they came sliding down on her.

I dug her out as she continued screaming, all the time expecting to find a limb twisted and broken or a pool of blood collecting underneath her. Once I pulled everything off of her and assessed the damage, there was really very little to see. She had a small bump and scrape on her temple and that was all. She was more scared than hurt...and it's a wonder. Thank the Lord!

I put her in bed with an ice pack and brought the boys into #1 Son's room to pick up the toys he had dumped out when he was supposed to be napping*. While we were working I heard a car pull up. People don't just randomly pull all the way into our driveway. It's pretty long and unless you're coming to our house you just don't drive up here. I didn't recognize the car or the driver and that made me a little nervous. There's a pretty big Meth problem out here in the sticks so strangers at my house make me edgy (especially when Husband is at work).

The man got out of the car and said, "Are you Husband and Farm Wife Finklestein?" (No, it's not our last name, it's one I tease Baby Girl with a lot. We've called her Booboo Finklestein since she was 2...but I digress.) Uhhh...Yeah. "You have pigs you're wanting to sell?" Uhhh...yeah. (I'm sure by this time between my inane answers and blank stare he must've thought I wasn't all there.) "Doc G sent me out here. Said you had some feeder pigs to sell." OK, now it makes better sense! Suddenly I came back to the real world where not everyone stopping in my drive way is a Meth Head out to rob us blind and leave me and the kids locked in a closet.

Doc G is our vet. Yesterday his nurse was talking about or feed bill for the Great Danes. I commented that it wasn't the Danes that were the problem, it was the 27 piglets...But the add was in the paper and they were soon to be gone...we hoped. K.W. (the man in my driveway) raises feeder pigs and had brought in a hog to see the vet after I left. Bless Doc G's heart...he sent him to us. He wants to buy all the piglets we're willing to sell.

And as I was typing that last paragraph another man called and said he'd be interested in buying all the piglets! I am much relieved. I had this horrible feeling that no one would answer our add and we'd be suck with 25 pigs to feed and house...and smell. Now I have to see if we can pull the add so I don't have people calling for the next week for pigs we no longer have!

* When I put #1 Son down for his nap he was not being cooperative. After a few minutes of silence I heard the toy bucket being dumped out. When I went to investigate I found the bucket over turned in front of the bedroom door. #1 Son was no where in sight. I said it was nap time and he needed to get in bed. No Answer. Young man, get in your bed now. No Answer. This time I knocked on top off the bucket and told him to come out and go to bed. Still No Answer. I picked up the bucket to find him curled up on the floor under it. He looked up and said, "Oh, HI MOMMY!" as though nothing unusual had happened.

** Since beginning this post Husband and I did some counting and figuring and calling and if all goes well, 20 piglets will go to their new home in the morning! Then we will be back down to 3 adults and 6 piglets. Not bad. Not Bad at all!

*** Oh, and my Avatar is having an identity crisis. Maybe it's just wishful thinking.