Pig Pen Playdate

Here's what a typical hourly conversation with Henry goes:

H: Eee-aw

M: Donkey

H: Shayshee

M: Stacey

H: Oink

M: Pig

H: Cat

M: Meow

H: Duck

M: Quack-Quack

H:  Bye-bye cow.  Bye-bye ee-aw.  Bye-bye neigh-neigh.  Bye-bye Shayshee.  Bibbit?

M:  Biscuit.  This is Biscuit.  Biscuit is small.  Biscuit is _____.  (from a book we read).

H:  Yellow (his version).  Bob?

M:  Bob the Builder.  Can we fix it?  Bob the Builder.  Yes we can.  Scoop, Munk, and Dizzy....

H:  Ming-ming?  (from Wonder Pets).

M:  What's going to work?  Team Work!  What's Going to work?  Team Work!

H: Bob?  (And we do this several times).

From this conversation you must be able to tell Henry's ardent LOVE for animals.  Especially since he talks about them all the time.  Yesterday he came out of Stacey's house saying, "Bok-bok, oink.  Bok-bok, oink."  

 And then literally ran to the outside chicken pen.  He even fell down and scraped his knee but that didn't stop him for a second.

He hasn't really run around on Stacey's farm because she has the biggest dogs on the planet and they are a little intimidating to a grown adult let alone a tiny tot.

But yesterday Henry ran by himself to the pig pen and ASKED to get in!  The little guy had NO fear!!

So cousin-uncle Tim took him in to the chicken and pig poop riddled pen!  And Henry got covered!

At one point Dave asked if this was okay health wise.  That's the difference between growing up in the city and the country.  My mom would just say it's good for the immune system.

We had to strip him down when he came out and there were several other outfit casualties just from association to the little guy.  But he had fun, so who cares, right?

See him chasing the chickens?  He even wanted to chase the pig so we had to make sure he had protection.  The pig is nice but much, much stronger than the little guy.

I remember chasing my neigbor's chickens with Vinny and then wondering why he was so angry with us.  We actually let them out of their pen every time we went to see them without permision (we never got permission ha-ha).

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On another note.  I really, really loved Oswald Chamber's devotional today.  For your edification:

Be instant in season, out of season." 2 Timothy 4:2

Many of us suffer from the morbid tendency to be instant "out of season." The season does not refer to time, but to us - 'Be instant in season, out of season," whether we feel like it or not. If we do only what we feel inclined to do, some of us would do nothing for ever and ever. There are unemployables in the spiritual domain, spiritually decrepit people, who refuse to do anything unless they are supernaturally inspired. The proof that we are rightly related to God is that we do our best whether we feel inspired or not.

One of the great snares of the Christian worker is to make a fetish of his rare moments. When the Spirit of God gives you a time of inspiration and insight, you say - "Now I will always be like this for God." No, you will not, God will take care you are not. Those times are the gift of God entirely. You cannot give them to yourself when you choose. If you say you will only be at your best, you become an intolerable drag on God; you will never do anything unless God keeps you consciously inspired. If you make a god of your best moments, you will find that God will fade out of your life and never come back until you do the duty that lies nearest, and have learned not to make a fetish of your rare moments.

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