Happy Tuesday everyone. I have been a bit under the weather with the sorest throat I have ever had. Thank goodness, that is calming down some. And no fever today, so I'm really doing well.

In my last post I was telling you all about how my baby had turned 8 years old. Yeah, I know, time is flying by.

However, that is no longer true. My newest baby is 5 days old. He's a handsome lad, with a face only a mother could love. Quite a bit different from how my other babies acted. He is just so adorable. I have to tell you though, that feeding him may break the bank. He eats just three times a day. Morning, noon, and late evening. There is no burping and no colic. No dirty diapers either (just better be sure where you are stepping).

Five days ago, in some of the coldest weather we have ever experienced here, a mother cow died birthing my new baby. And although my DH tells me not to get too attached, his name is "Bud". He loves me. He hears me coming with his bottle and he calls me. I lurve baby cows.