What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, May 11, 2009

Guess what I got for Mother's Day?!?

Meet Jebediah Jerusalem, our newest sweet baby.

And actually, he wasn't a Mother's Day present.

And actually, he is going to be our dinner some day when the winter chills are upon us. And from where I come from, you don't do that to your babies.

But, shhhh! Don't tell him that. Because, all he is right now is a cutie patooti baby who loves me. And gives me the most horribly red, itchy eyes and itchy throat. (Did I mention I am allergic to cow dander!? Yes. I married a cow man. Yes. I am allergic to cows. Yes. I am a dork and so is my husband. BUT-we are dorks IN LOVE and that makes everything better, right?!)

The name really OUGHT to be something like meatloaf. London Broil. or RIBEYE. I mean, I am not too sure how I am going to get through the actual butchering of said animal when the time comes. I don't know if I have it in me. I am more of a Bambi-lover, animals-have-feelings kind of girl. Maybe if I am reminded of this poor little bull calf's fate every time I call him by name I might prepare myself for what is to come. But. I would rather just be in a state of denial and then, one day go to a HUGE neighborhood yardsale and come home and Matt says....

"Sugarbear. Jebidiah Jerusalem done got away. He ran off and I never could catch the dern thing. So---I reckon thar's gonna hafta be a bull on the loose but thanks to yer lovin', Jebidiah wuddint be hurtin' a fly."

And I would smile a happy soul-filling smile knowing that Jebidiah was free at last, to frolic and roam and maybe even flower sniff with Ferdinand, his kindred spirit. I wouldn't pay no mind to the blood stained grass.

Yeah. That sounds like a good plan, actually.

I won't think about tomorrow. I'll just think about this skirt-tuggin' baby bullcalf of today.
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Charree said...

Oh how cute!!!

Smith Family said...

He is so cute!!
My grandfather will not eat a calf he raised becuase he knew the cow presonally. I always thought that was funny but now after see your pictures i understand. Some day i will have to do the same thing (if we ever get out of this durn city)
So i fill for you.

Grandma Bibby said...

Just make the decision when you are hungry for a good steak! I loved it when we purchased a 1/2 cow. We need to do it again. Oh yeah, that would mean cleaning out the freezer! Enjoy your pet/dinner!

Anonymous said...

He is adorable. Our black lab's name is Jebidiah, it means "beloved friend". A name change might be in order or maybe a nickname? Maybe "cutlet","patty" or "stewie".
Lol :)

Connie in CA

Unknown said...

We have a steer named Nicodemus Corazon...LOL! :-) Very cute and yes, yummy! :P