Little piggies

We went to visit the latest addition to our family this afternoon. One of four little 12 week old pigs that we are going to rear organically outside. The two older boys were excited to meet them and loved it when they jumped about in surprise. Having worked with pigs in the past, it is lovely to see ones with their quirky little curly tails attached. They were uncurling them to good effect to swat flies while they rooted about in the grass.
I do love pigs. They have the best personalities amongst farm animals in my opinion. It will be interesting to see how attached to them we get. I think it's probably best if we don't name our one...

Tiny triumphs

Another day, another boring photo and three tiny triumphs. We had nowhere to rush to this morning, so I was able to concentrate on things. This meant that Little Toot actually slept for a while during the day, so I got a little knitting in! First time since he was born I've worked on the blanket I'd planned for him.
Once I'd got some washing on the line and the lads were fed, we all sat at the table reading, drawing and knitting. Yay!
Then just before his nap, Poonch used the potty. Amazing what the promise of a jelly can do. Little things mean a lot, don't they?

Chicken noodle soup for my soul

Just enjoying some Heinz chicken noodle soup with the little Toot on my lap. Had some heartening words with Roo's nursery teacher today which made me inordinately happy- he is joining in well, helping out and making friends- two in particular that he likes to sit near each day.
Less heartening was our research into a lovely site close to the nursery. Not much luck there with previous planning applicants it would seem. Not sure even St Joseph can influence the planners! Talking of whom, I made it into town to register our lickle baby's birth at last! We decided to call him Joseph, or at least the Irish version of the name, pronounced Yosef. With all the Marian connections throughout the pregnancy, I thought it appropriate. He was also blessed with one of Padre Pio's mitts while in my tummy, so given that it's his feast day today and his devotion to Our Lady, it all ties in serendipitously (if that's a word!).
He is a sweet little fella, but quite unsettled- possibly suffering from reflux. Absolutely adored by his big brothers who love to hug and kiss him at every opportunity and won't go to sleep until they've had a little spoony cuddle next to him. Poonch's enthusiasm meant he was unintentionally rough at first, but is improving all the time.

...just quickly passing on a reminder from Jessica at Shower of Roses of a novena to St Thérèse which starts today.

See that? Behind the flowers there's rain on the window. And we're inside nice and cosy. With a basket full of dry nappies! Yay! Who says I'm not easy to please?
Now I think I need to find something else to post about apart from just washing...

well that was different...

...a chill in the air, no sun, and I just about fired the nappies on the washing line in case the little Toot in my sling woke up. No leisurely enjoyment of the summer sun and fresh air.

Another season is here for sure.

But at least I got another load of washing out. Phew!

It's ridiculous...

...how happy putting washing out makes me feel.
But then it's so peaceful and sunny and warm out here today. And peaceful. Did I mention peaceful?