Anyhow, one thing that seems to get him to stop screaming is performing the Farmer Hoggett dance. Remember how that dance made Babe happy?
Happily, there is no one around (other than Pierce and Reid) to see me making a fool of myself hopping about the living room in my own rendition of Farmer Hoggett at his best.
It proves a good workout for those days I don't get out to run.
And it makes everyone laugh to see mommy play the fool, doing a rough imitation of an Irish jig.
Because seriously...my dancing has been compared to Elaine on Seinfeld.
Like 20 times.
That'll do, pig.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Oh hey, there's another blog swap going on. They are so, so fun. Today is the last day if you are interested!