Newest Addition

Baby: Hi!

Maggee: Uh, hi.

Baby: What's that called?

Maggee: What?

Baby: That! What is that called?

Maggee: My leg?

Baby: Leg! That's what it is! Oh! How do you do that?

Maggee: Do what?

Baby: That! How do you do that?

Maggee: Scratch my belly? I lift my leg real high and scratch. Simple.

Baby: I fall over when I try to do that. Hey! How do you do that??

Maggee: Do what?

Baby: That! That thing with your leg!

Maggee: Scratch my ear? I lift my leg, lower my head, and scratch. Simple. Gosh, don’t you know anything?

Baby: I fall over when I try to do that.

Maggee: Gee, you're such a baby!

Baby: I know! Aren't I cute?

Soon . . .

Chloe: How DARE you! ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna: What? What??

Chloe: You LOOKED at me! ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna: I didn't! Really, I didn't!

Chloe: ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna: I wasn't looking at you, honest! Ya gotta believe me!

Chloe: ::PaTUUUwee!!:: ::PaTUUUwee!!::

Anna, running away: Sheesh... I wish she'd hurry up and have that baby...

Piles are for peons

Maggee: Uh.. Auntie Chloe? That's not the pile. It's over here. Where I am.

Chloe: Shut up, brat. Can't you see I'm busy?

Maggee: But, gosh... shouldn't you be at least a little closer?

Chloe: Look, kid. Let's get one thing straight. Piles are for peons. *I* go where I please. Got that?

Maggee: Mommy, Auntie Chloe is being mean and she doesn't ever use the right spots!

Jubilee: That's Chloe for you. I think she does it to spite the two-leggers, but you just never know with her. As long as you use the right spots, let's not worry about mean ol' Chloe.

Maggee: Ok, Mommy. She sure does make a mess, though.

The Good Grass

Ipo: ::Hummmmtrillyhummm:: I want that good grass.

Chloe: It's not fair that Georgia gets all the good grass.

Anna, nibbling hay out of Ipo's neck fiber: I should be out with Momma. Not fair.

Jubilee, pushing her way past the others to the gate: I need that good grass. I have two babies to feed and they're BOTH hungry. I'm hungry. My babies are hungry. We'll all go hungry if I don't get that good grass.

Maggee: You have another baby beside me, Mommy? Where??

Chloe: Oh, Jubilee! You're always hungry and so are your babies.

Jubilee: What's your point?

Chloe: That good grass is supposed to be all mine. I must have it to maintain my girlish figure.

Ipo: You mean your fat . . .

Chloe: ::PaTUUUwee!!:: I'm not fat, I'm fluffy!

Ipo, wiping spit off her cheek: . . . er, fluffy girlish figure.

Maggee, prancing, dancing, and running around: Everybody else is excited, I guess I'm supposed to be excited, too. See me run! Look at me!

Georgia, happily munching away: What's all the fuss?

Who's weaning who?

Georgia, circling Anna: Anna, it's time for your mid-afternoon snack.

Anna, moving away: No thanks, Momma. I'm eating this tasty grass for my snack.

Georgia, circling Anna again: Come now, Anna. Time for your snack.

Anna, moving away: It's ok, Momma. I'm not that hungry.

Georgia, circling once again: Anna! Nurse! Now!

Anna, sighing: Yes, Momma . . .

Pacing the Fence

Sindre: Where are they? I can smell 'em.

Donovan: What's HE doing?

Del: Don't know.

Percy: Maybe I should go bite his knees.

Donovan: I don't see why he's going back and forth like that. He can't get out.

Sindre: Where are they? Where'd they go?

Del: He keeps asking where they are.

Donovan: Who?

Percy: I should go bite his knees. Or maybe pin his neck to the ground. Yeah . . .

Del: Don't know.

Sindre: I can smell 'em. I know they're there. Where are they? Why can't I see them? I should be able to see 'em.

Donovan: He's so weird. I'm not going to be like that when I get older.

Cria Just Wanna Have Fun

Ipo: Why are you following me around all the time?

Anna: Because you're fun! . . . . Oh, ok. Cuz you don't spit at me like everyone else does. Much.

Ipo: Georgia doesn't spit at you.

Anna: That's cuz she's my mom! Why does she spit at you all the time?

Ipo: I don't think she likes me.

Anna: Oh. I like you! Wanna play?

Ipo: Naw, I want to eat some more.

Anna: That's no fun. Let's play!