"Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are." - Quentin Crisp

Like most new "parents" our day revolves around the kids, so you just gotta listen to me give a report.
Deal with it.

We feed at 2, 6, and 10, a.m. and p.m. Pam does 10 p.m. and I do 2 and 6 a.m. Asante, who had been nursing from his mother had stubbornly refused to take the bottle for over 24 hours, and we were starting to get concerned. But at the 2 p.m. feeding this afternoon he finally succumbed to his hunger and gobbled his 4 oz. It took some convincing, but he took the 6 p.m. bottle too, so we're feeling much better about him.

Goats don't have a waist and they both kept walking out of their diaper. Pam tried making something akin to a wrestler's singlet to hold it in place but they don't have shoulders, either. I saw a pic online and had an ephiphanette, which led Pam to Goodwill this afternoon where she got three different sizes of onesies. Problem solved!

So they're both eating and we're protected from pee and poop on the floor. Itzhak, who is 8 days old, is well ahead of Asante in both size and ability. Today he discovered he could jump up into our chairs; jumping up onto things comes naturally for goats. Asante's gift is the loudest goat cry you'll ever hear. LOUD!

The guy on the local news said tomorrow's traffic is going to be nothing but brutal. The drive from here to the folks' in Seattle is a 5 hour drive, I'm leaving at 8, and hope to be there by dinner. Getting through Portland, and then from Olympia to Seattle will be the worst. I've downloaded the audio version of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, by Mark Twain to listen to on the way up and back.
Librivox.com - free public domain audio books, and they have hundreds of them in all categories.

I took the truck for a drive today, the first since I rebuilt the carb. The good news: better acceleration, better idle. The bad news: still no hot start! If I wait 15 minutes it fires right up, but after 5...nada. When I get back from Seattle I'll check the choke setting. I might not have it coming all the way open. Or maybe the mixture screw is a bit off??
GRRRR.

I'm really sleepy. We decided having baby goats in the house is a combination of having infants and toddlers at the same time. They have to be fed as often as infants and have to be watched like toddlers whose curiosity will get them into all kinds of trouble if you're not keeping an eye out.
That, and feedings in the wee hours.
I'll go to bed early even by my standards because of tomorrow's drive.