Sheep and Stuff

Yesterday we went to the big horn sheep park in Boulder City. It's not called the big horn sheep park, it just occasionally has big horn sheep in it. They like to come down during the day and eat grass and poop and pee all over everything. There are usually bunnies there too, if there are big horn sheep. Then the sun starts to set and they all take off up the mountain. We went there on a whim because we had to put some miles on the van due to a smog check/registration debacle we are dealing with right now (cross your fingers that turns out okay for us, i.e. not costing us any more than it would have otherwise).

I didn't know if there would be sheep there or not yesterday, but there were. Lots! And lots of babies! It seemed like 90% of the herd were babies. Two of the babies (I should probably call them lambs) went into the basketball court, which was surrounded by chain link fence, and then seemed like they couldn't find their way out. A couple of bozo humans then went in all purposefully to try to get them out and there ensued an amusing and somewhat infuriating encounter of man and nature in which one of the guys tried to get the lambs to come toward him with a high-pitched, come-here-doggy voice, and the lambs freaked out and threw themselves against the fence. Forcefully.

So, for whatever reason, I didn't have my camera so I've got no sheep pictures for you. I also realized that I don't have any outdoor/sunlight pictures Silas, so I was kind of more bummed about not having my camera for that. It was such a nice day too. It's the middle of June and there we were, outside, not melting into a little puddle, enjoying a nice breeze. Weird. Silas enjoyed the breeze too, surprisingly. I remember Irina being really unhappy any time there was any wind.

Speaking of Boulder City, which is near the Hoover Dam, I forgot to mention sometime back that our Hoover Dam letterbox was confiscated by the Dam police. It had a really good long run, but now we'll never get the last book of stamps from other people, nor will we get back the stamp itself. Which really sucks, because I carved it myself. I suppose I could have tried to contact the Dam police to see if we could get it back, but I put that off too long and now I think it's probably too late.

And speaking of Silas, today he is 4 weeks old (and today also, Pat is 34 years old). I was looking through my pictures on my camera and realizing just how much he has changed in only 4 weeks. His face and his head have filled out considerably and there are pictures of him baggily wearing clothes that are almost too small now. Yesterday we also went out to buy him a bunch of 3-6 month clothes, which I'm pretty sure he'll be able to wear within the next week, if not already. Such a difference from Irina, who didn't grow out of her tiny clothes until she was 6 months old. She's still more able to fit into her 3T clothes than her 4T clothes and she's coming up on 4 and a half. Silas is such a big boy. Or possibly he's just about normal, and I'm just not used to that. Yesterday I weighed him and myself on the WiiFit balance board (Saturday is our weighing day) and he is almost 12 pounds, whereas I am ...let's just say I lost another 2.2 pounds. I lose it, he gains it. Pretty soon I'm going to have to do more than just nurse if I want to keep losing it. Sigh.

Also, Happy Birthday, Pat! I love you.