al Hafla (or, the pickle incident)

On Saturday night, we celebrated the end of the semester with Andrew's 101 Arabic class by holding a little hafla at our house. We made kosheri, foul, and falafel while Andrew's class brought vegetables, drinks (mostly orange pop), humus, and pita. We had a pretty good turn out although I was worried at first because only 2 people were there for the first 20 minutes or so.

But they all filed in slowly, which, according to Andrew, is pretty normal for class also.

In the hubbub of getting everything ready to eat, I had forgotten that pickles are essential to any Middle Eastern meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I asked Andrew if he wouldn't mind getting the pickles from the fridge. He complied, whipped open the fridge and grabbed the pickle jar.

Now, a typical female would have taken the jar to the counter, taken out a little dish, and put a few pickles into the dish. Andrew is not a typical female. In fact, he is probably more along the lines of a typical male. He took the whole jar of pickles out of the kitchen with the intent of putting it on the table.

In the hallway he had a little detour. The pickle jar slipped out of his hands and landed, lid-side down, on the floor. Luckily, the lid had only partially screwed off so although a substantial amount of pickle juice spilled all over the floor, we lost no pickle in the accident. I suppose we were pretty lucky that the jar didn't shatter....

I quickly started mopping up the pickle juice with a paper towel. While I was down on the floor, Andrew picked up the jar, set it on the table, and grabbed more paper towels to help me clean up.

One of his students mocked us, "Oh, I remember when my wife and I used to do everything together..."

Really, what was Andrew going to do? Make me clean up by myself? Rude!

Anyway, after eating (and while some of us were eating), we crowded into the living room to watch "West Bank Story," which was hilarious again. The party died out fairly rapidly since some had to work, and others had to write papers...

A few did stick around though...showing their peers their telephone book ripping skills.


That kind of died out quickly, too, though, and soon Andrew and I were left with a rather messy kitchen, but a quiet house. Wow, a party that ended at 8 pm! What could get better? We had a good time and still got to bed at a decent hour (although the kitchen is still relatively in shambles).

Power Tools and Baby Bottles

Yesterday was a very productive day. Granted, we didn't get done some of the things we had planned to, but we did get quite a few things done.

Andrew's mom came over to help us put in a few extra shelves, meaning that Andrew got a few of "life's lessons on power tools." He stripped two drill bits--not the screws, but the actual drill bits. After that he pretty much got the hang of it.

We put a shelf in our front closet and in the baby's room. Those two shelves alone have given us so much more room. It's quite amazing, actually. I feel a lot more organized now.

Andrew working on the front closet
And on the baby's closet

I must say Karen was quite helpful. After all, she taught Andrew how to find studs, which way to turn the screws (righty tighty, Andrew), and she cut the wood for us. I, on the other hand, was a little less helpful. I did laundry, took some pictures, made fun of Andrew, held the wood while Karen cut it (once), and handed Andrew some tools.

Look, mom, power tools!

I also made a shopping list. So, when we were finished with the shelves, we went grocery shopping. We also stopped by ShopKo to pick up a "glider." They were 1/2 off the original price, so we figured we may as well grab up the offer while we could. We purchased the chair and then held up the line for a million years while the "out-bound" guy showed up with our chair. He helped us wheel it out to our car and then we spent the next 15 minutes trying to figure out how to get it into our car. It was in a box that was too big to fit in any of our car doors and also wouldn't fit in our trunk. Finally we ended up opening the box and putting the chair, piece by piece into our car. Even then we couldn't close our trunk.

I think I understand why people use trucks to move things now.

After dropping off our chair, we went grocery shopping. We had a whole bunch of coupons for Costco (like $5 off baby wipes, and great things like that), so we went there and spent more than we probably should have...but got a lot of our food storage done! And it really was cheaper than buying things at a regular store for a regular price. About $10 for 832 wipes...that's pretty good (at Albertson's, it's $5.79 for 240, just to give you an idea of how expensive they typically are).

As we were leaving the store, Andrew said, "I love how we gave them little pieces of paper and saved $45! Just for silly pieces of paper."

"What do you think 'money' is?" I asked him, since money is also typically silly little pieces of paper.

"Well," he said, "these were just regular pieces of paper that they gave us. That's almost like robbing them blind. They give us the paper, we give it back to them, and they let us keep $45!"

I see his point, coupons can be pretty cool sometimes...

When we got home I started putting the groceries away while my Mr. Handy Man started assembling the rocking chair. I only had to help him a few times...he did most of it by himself. It looks nice, and is just as comfortable. It reclines, it came with an ottoman, it rocks. Could life get better?

Yes, it can. My husband then swept and mopped the floor for me (while I was relaxing...he's just too nice!). Unfortunately, he mopped himself into a corner. Luckily, I had my camera and caught him in the act of crawling out of the kitchen, balancing on his elbows and knees so he wouldn't leave any prints on the floor. I thought that was the most hilarious thing I had ever seen him do in my whole entire life...


That is, until he sat down in the rocking chair and told me that I had to share because it wasn't just the "mommy chair." Oh, no, it's the "holding/feeding baby chair," which means that he has equal dibs on it. We're planning on breastfeeding, so I asked him how he planned to feed the baby.

"We can give her a bottle sometimes," he said, and then made the following hand gesture:


I'm not really sure what he's doing, but it certainly looks like he's playing the violin. Apparently one hand is holding the baby and the other is holding the bottle. I'm not sure which is doing which job, or what his arm is doing sticking up in the air, but I'm sure he'll get the hang of it once she's here.

The funny part is that I tried to take his picture while he was in his "original" pose...but he noticed and quickly moved, telling me there was no way he was going to repeat that for the camera. But then, I asked him to explain how that hand position equaled "feeding baby" so he did it again while he explained to me the reasoning behind the position. I don't remember what it was...I think I was laughing too hard.

100 days to go

There are only 100 days left until our due date. That said, there probably are 100 days (give or take 10) until we have a baby. That said, there are 90-110 days until our life changes dramatically.

100 used to seem like a big number. I remember celebrating "100 days" in school. We had to bring in 100 items (I brought Cheerios or something) and we made glasses to wear that were in the shape of 100. You know the ones. By the time we had gotten that far into the school year I felt like an old bee. I knew what was going on because I had been in school for forever...

100 doesn't seem that far off now. Not at all.

My auntie Colleen used to sing this song with her kids while they were driving home. Since I spent time with them I was, therefore, also exposed to this song. You have to sing it really slowly so that one verse lasts exactly 1 mile, give or take a few...and you sing it all the way home. I believe there was a certain landmark that was the "when you can legally start sing the song" landmark...otherwise we could have sung for a long, long while. Anyway, it goes to the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell" and goes something like this:

We're 5 miles from home, we're 5 miles from home, we'll walk awhile, we'll rest awhile...we're 5 miles from home...

We're 4 miles from home, we're 4 miles from home...

And I think you get the picture. My aunt was really good at making her voice all tired and...I don't know, I just found the whole thing rather entertaining. My guess is that that is why she did it. To entertain children who were bouncing in their seats.

However, now that I'm older, I don't have to sing when we're five miles from home to be able to make it in the car. In fact, I'm perfectly capable of the thought, "Gee, only 20 hours until we get home and I can go to sleep in my own bed." That thought probably would have made me cry when I was 5, but time seems to go by a lot faster now, so waiting a whole day really doesn't bother me anymore.

My perception of time certainly has changed, and boy does it seem to fly by. Let's see...100 days? That's nothing! That's not even one third of the year. To commemorate this new "100 day" and to show how overwhelmed I'm beginning to feel, I've decided to write down a list of 100 things we need to do before Rachel is born:

1) Andrew needs to finish this semester
2) Andrew needs to start and complete Spring semester
3) Andrew needs to start Summer semester
4) We need to get that cabinet thingy from Aunt Nikki so that I can...
5) Arrange the baby's room that is currently still full of office stuff and other random junk
6) I need to go to work at least 70 more days (I take weekends and most Fridays off)
7) I need to somehow convince Andrew that diaper changing isn't that bad
8) I need to make a baby blanket
9) We have to go to the doctor quite a few more times
10) We need to go to Grover
11) We need to go on a date...just the two of us...without a babysitter...or worrying about the baby (We're going to pay for our dates now and save our coupons for when we have the baby so that we only have to pay the sitter, and not for the date)
12) We need to come up with a crib
13) ...a car seat
14) ...a stroller
15) ...a snuggly/front carrier/back carrier/sling thing of some sort
16) ...a collection of Dr. Seuss books (and other great children's stories)
17) ...a list of everything else that we might still need
18) ...a birthing plan
19) We need to pack a bag for the hospital (not for awhile, but soon enough)
20) We need to choose which hospital to go to
21) I need to gain 10 more pounds (or so)
22) Rachel needs to gain 4-6 more pounds
23) Andrew needs to stop gaining weight with me
24) We need to go over our finances to make sure that we really can survive for a year with only Andrew working at a real job
25) I need to help finish planning the family reunion that I probably can't go to because it's the weekend of my due date
26) I need to help plan a Stake Primary Pioneer Day Celebration, which I also probably am going to miss because it is the same weekend as the family reunion
27) I need to go to 4 ward conferences
28) We need to celebrate my birthday
29) We need to celebrate the birthdays of Malachi, Sarah, Emily, Jacob, Reid, and perhaps Billy...we'll see if Rachel comes before or after his. Did I miss anyone's?
30) I need to finish laying out our Jordan book
31) We need to fix our screen door (we're doing that today or tomorrow)
32) We need to have FHE approximately 15 more times
33) We need to go to church approximately 15 more times
34) We should probably change our sheets a few times
35) We will need to do 30 loads of laundry? (That's a stab in the dark)
36) I will have to take a lot of naps
37) We will have to think of 100 things to have for dinner
38) Oh, a baby swing. We want to get one of those, too! (see 12-18)
39) We need to take a birthing class so that Andrew can coach me on mental exercises and breathing techniques
40) We need to go shopping about 7 more times
41) We need to have about 100 bowls of cereal each (Andrew will have only 97 due to fast Sunday). And we might have pancakes or something interesting a few of the days, so it might not be quite 100 for me, either
42) We will do our Friday/Saturday cleaning 15 more times
43) We need to fill up our car 7-8 more times
44) We will pay rent 3 more times (excluding April, which we haven't paid yet, but will very soon)
45) We need to see how much it will cost to add our baby to our current insurance plan and whether it would be worth it to switch to BYU's plan...
46) We need to make the last payment for our "labor and delivery" bill (in May)
47) We will do the dishes (what will seem like) countless times, but will really be only between 15-25. We typically only wash the dishes once or twice a week unless we make something really exciting...which we don't usually do because that uses a lot of dishes!
48) Robby (our pet vacuum) will vacuum the house 15 more times. He's the only pet that doesn't make a mess but cleans up yours!
49) We'll watch 14 or 15 episodes of "The Office"
50) We'll get 7 or 8 more pay checks
51) Andrew has to take the GRE
52) I have to consider taking the GRE
53) We need to apply for grad school
54) I will go to yoga 14 more times
55) We need to return a video to a lady in our stake...ooops! We still have it!
56) We need to become comfortable calling each other "mommy" and "daddy"
57) We need to wash our car (haven't done that for a while, a least since we got it)
58) We will need to mooch a dinner appointment off of either of our parents a few more times
59) We need to celebrate mother's day
60) We need to put some extra shelves in some of our closets
61) We need to fix the towel hook that Andrew broke a few weeks ago
62) I need to bake a whole bunch of cookies (out of the dough that is sitting in my fridge)
63) Not only do I need to gain weight, but I need to fill out my maternity shirts...people are finally starting to notice that I'm gaining weight
64) I need to sift through all of my baby clothes and box them up by size so that I can find them as my baby grows
65) I need to decide where to keep the diapers. Where, oh, where should I put them?
66) We need to get the arm for our mobile from Kelli (and a car seat, please)
67) After finals we need to go for walks hand in hand, enjoying the flowers in the neighbourhood
68) We need to make a whole bunch of Middle Eastern food
69) And have Andrew's 101 class over to devour it
70) We need to choose a pediatrician
71) We need to celebrate Father's Day
72) We need to send my sister's Christmas present up to Canada with someone
73) We need to file all of our papers
74) I need to clean off my computer desk
75) I need to take 100 more prenatal pills
76) We need to play the organ/conduct music in church 5 more times
77) I need to sit by my friend, Kim (not the yoga Kim, a different one) and borrow her babies during RS to practice for my own
78) We need to have dinner with Kim and Taber
79) I need to go swimming with my mom and sister before I can no longer fit in my bathing suit (Andrew can come, too, if he wants)
80) I need to finish the Book of Mormon again
81) We need to change the oil in the car
82) We need to get a rocking chair and then
83) Assemble the rocking chair
84) We need to move the chair that is in the baby's room out
85) We need to get some child-friendly movies (Disney, Baby Einstein, etc.)
86) We need to get a little a table from IKEA for Andrew to do his homework on
87) We need to move the big tables currently in our living room out
87) We need to get some cheap curtains from IKEA
88) We need to get the student version of CS2
89) We also need to get the student version of Microsoft Office
90) Andrew needs to rub my feet
91) We need to organize our storage closet outside
92) And perhaps put some shelves in it
93) We need to "deep clean" the house (getting into the little corners, clean the windows, etc)
94) I need to go through my old baby clothes with my mom
95) We need to get a plant that I won't kill so that our house can be beautiful
96) We need to decide on baby book/baby keepsake traditions
97) We need to figure out the system of getting a Canadian birth certificate
98) I need to go into labor
99) Andrew needs to drive me to the hospital
100) I need to deliver baby (with some help from the doctor and Andrew and perhaps a few other essential moral support agents, like my mom)

Unfortunately, it took me so long to think up all these ideas that now we really only have 99 days left. Thinking up 100 things to do was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I actually feel less overwhelmed after thinking about everything than before because some of the things I put on the list are really quite trivial.

Am I forgetting anything? Is there anything that I need for the baby? Is there anything we should do as a couple before the baby comes? Or anything we need to do more to prepare for the baby?

I really don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what comes our way. For some reason I'm really not stressed out about it at all right now. And that's nice.

Keepin' up the pace

With our dance performances out of the way, I needed to pick up something to keep on some sort of exercise schedule.

One of the sisters in our ward is a part-time yoga instructor, so for one of the "Enrichment Groups" we've started up a yoga class. We're going to meet once a week for about an hour and a half.

Now, I know that you're not supposed to start anything "new" sports-wise when you're pregnant, but I figured, "Hey, I'm a weathered dancer/gymnast/swimmer...how hard can it be?" It was a lot harder than I thought it would be, actually. I'm even kind of sore today from our workout last night.

I think it will be really beneficial though. Kim, our instructor, modified all the movements for me so that I don't strain myself or the baby... The class was pretty basic to begin with, but there are just some poses pregnant ladies aren't supposed to do "properly" so I did them differently. She also said that she has some information specifically about prenatal yoga that she'll get for me and help me learn. Apparently the breathing exercises really help during labor. I'll let you know how if that's true in a few months.

At the very end of our routine we did what is known as the "corpse" pose (the real name is Savasana). During this pose you're supposed to lie flat on your back and slowly relax all the muscles in your body while focusing on your breathing. While I'm trying to relax, Rachel was having a hay-day! She was bouncing off the walls (quite literally) making it rather difficult to focus entirely on my breathing. I don't know if I was feeling her more because I was completely relaxed or if she was moving more because of my workout...either way, it was quite comical. I'm only glad the lights were off while we were doing this because I'm sure she was making my tummy move radically.

Saturday Night Show

And from our Saturday night show as well. That way you can see where we make our mistakes and piece together the whole routine...because we definitely made mistakes both nights!

Foxtrot


Finale

Just a note on the beginning of our finale...we kind of rechoreographed that on Tuesday night because originally we did the "bucket" lift, but I kind of struggled holding myself up with my new center of gravity. For the bucket lift, the man and woman link arms, and the woman then spins around the man with her legs in a stag-like position holding herself up with only one arm linked to the man. It hurt my arm too much so we cut that. So, that is why this isn't as smooth as we'd like...like why I started spinning on the wrong leg and then had to switch up really fast so that we could go into the lift...oops! Anyway...

Friday Night Show

Here are the videos from our Friday night show...

Foxtrot


Finale

Good Boy!

One of our neighbours downstairs has a little boy named Andrew. At times this can be quite humorous. For example, today at church, our neighbour called out in the hallway, "Andrew! Turn around!"

Andrew, looking shocked, and for some reason almost sheepish, dutifully turned around only to hear the mother continue, "We're going to nursery now."

My obedient husband almost hightailed it to the nursery...and then he saw our neighbours.

You would think we would be used to this by now. We often hear random things associated with Andrew's name. At times they are all too ironic:

· On the way out to the car, "Andrew, don't forget your raisins!"
· While getting the mail, "Don't you ever run into the street again, Andrew!"
· While locking up the house, "Andrew, close that door right now!"
· While leaving to go for a walk, "Hey, Andrew! Come back here!"

Pick up your toys, Andrew...Stop screaming, Andrew...Hold my hand, Andrew...Not right now, Andrew...

Each time my Andrew hears anything he always pauses and tries to do what he's told. At times I've had to remind him that he doesn't usually eat raisins for a snack, and that since we're running 10 minutes late he doesn't need to run back in and get some.

or...

Andrew, you're not 2 anymore. People don't typically tell you not to run out into the street. You've had that down for a few years.

Really, Andrew, you're not the only Andrew. There are 4 just on my side of the family alone. You should be used to it by now!

Salt and Pepper and Company, too!

For Easter, we got some new salt and pepper shakers in our shared Easter basket. Most of the candy in the basket is from Halloween, to be honest, but that's because we just aren't very good at eating candy in our house.

We are rather excited at this new addition to our table set. See, our old salt and pepper shakers are rather bulky, to say the least. To be absolutely honest, they are bigger than our cups.


It gets pretty squishy at the table with the plates, cups, and salt and pepper shakers. If we ever have company over, it gets really squishy. We're excited to be able to keep the salt and pepper on the table while company is over instead of having to jump up and run to the kitchen to grab them. Oh, and we'll be able to see our company over the salt and pepper shakers, too. There's nothing worse than having to move the shakers to see your guests.

Don't worry, we won't be casting our old shakers completely off. Instead they have acquired a new title: The Cooking Shakers. They really are excellent for cooking because the salt and pepper comes out in such marvelously abundant quantities so you don't have to shake it a million times to get out a teaspoon-worth of salt or pepper. And, they match the two other shakers in our big stainless steel collection. We're not really sure what the other two are for, but as far as we can guess they are for Parmesan cheese and powdered sugar. You know, for condiments for spaghetti and pancakes respectively.

At any rate, our table is much more open and conducive to proper dinner conversations.

Do Mormons Dance?

Kind of a corny catch phrase for a stake activity, but it was what it was. We had a blast doing this and would gladly do it again...granted, it was rather stressful considering everything else we've had going on, but it was well worth the effort.

Tonight before we danced the finale, Sis. Madsen announced that I was pregnant. The most asked question after we finished was, "How do you keep your balance?" The answer is simple...I don't.

I feel like I didn't dance my best because I felt like I was going to fall over at any minute (good-bye stiletto heels)! I stepped on Andrew yesterday, lost my balance on another move, almost fell over on our final pose tonight and totally botched one of the easiest steps in the whole routine. Luckily we danced smoothly enough that no one noticed, and I'm really not being too hard on myself considering I am 6 months pregnant, so.... Believe me though, if I wasn't pregnant I'd be crying right now.

Now that's a change. I'm not crying because I am pregnant but would be crying if I weren't.

Here are some pictures to appease our video-deprived audience (soon, Abra, soon!). We gave our camera to some friends and asked them to take some pictures of us. What we got:


I suppose we should have clarified that more than one would have been nice. Oh, well.

Instead we posed in our dining room. I didn't put on that much makeup and turn my hair into a helmet just to wash it all out. We had to capture the moment. Enjoy.


I think my love for this dress stems from the fact that I wanted to be the Little Mermaid when I was younger. You know the ending scene when she's coming up out of the water and her father makes her this sparkly red dress? Well it just so happens that that dress comes in blue, too!

Just for the record: when I was in grade three we had pictures taken and I wore a Little Mermaid shirt, Little Mermaid shorts, Little Mermaid socks, Little Mermaid shoes, and a Little Mermaid hair thing. I might just have to dig that photo up. I went all out for it!

Now for our disco/cha cha/west coast pictures. There are no words to describe my feeling for this dress other than that it zipped up over my tummy and wasn't too skimpy. Other than that, it really isn't my favorite. Oh, and the rhinestones are a nice touch...


By the way, that flower in my hair is the one that I meant to take to the Relief Society activity on Wednesday but totally forgot about. On Thursday when we were getting ready to head to the dress rehearsal, I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a flower in my hair?" and then I saw the flower I had forgotten to take...lucky me. It matched my dress perfectly.

Oh, and our Stake Presidency really liked Andrew's bright pink tie with his neon green shirt. They encouraged him to wear them together more often. It is also one of my mom's favorite shirts on Andrew. It really does bring out the light in his eyes. I'm so glad I married my dance partner!

What do you want? Colored Eggs! What color?

Mom and Josie came over today bearing 2 1/2 dozen hard boiled eggs and tax information. While Andrew and my mom poured over taxes, Josie and I busied ourselves colouring Easter eggs. I wonder who had a better time?

Today happens to be Josie's 13th birthday, and you know what? I really think she's maturing!

Josie's stunning rendition of the Easter bunny

Then again...maybe not.

You know those egg dipper things they always give you in the boxes of dye? We never use those, so I'm glad that Josie found a good use for them.

In order to dye eggs, we had to use every mug we own except for 2. And then we also used nearly every spoon we own as well (we use those instead of the egg dippers, see?). It was pretty fun, but I definitely need to do some dishes so that we can have cereal in the morning.

Josie and I worked for almost 2 hours straight. We got a lot of talking and laughing done. I decided that the "Question of the Day" will be awarded to Josie.

She held a nice white egg, on which she had drawn nice yellow polka dots with a wax crayon, up to me and posed the question: "If I put this in the yellow, do you think it will turn yellow?"

I'm not really sure how she wanted me to respond to that...

In the end we had many beautifully coloured eggs.

The one with the swirls of color on it is Josie's favorite.
I prefer Humpty Dumpty

After we were done colouring the eggs, I poked my baby until she started kicking so that Josie could feel her moving. She gave us a few weak kicks and then, most probably, turned over and fell back asleep. She prefers to do her big movements late at night, that's for sure.

Next year she'll get to help...or at least watch everyone else...dye eggs.

*****

An explanation of the title:

During spring time, we would play a game called "Coloured Eggs." It's kind of like a suped-up version of "Duck, Duck, Goose."

There is a wolf, who is "it," whatever it is, exactly. The rest of the players are the piglets or bunnies...or whatever it is you want to pretend to be.

The wolf plugs his ears, goes around the corner of the house and has to hum very loudly so that everyone else knows that he is not cheating. Everyone else quickly chooses a colour for their "egg." They have to tell everyone else what colour they chose so that we all know that they don't cheat. Not that I was ever concerned about cheating as a child. But, let's be honest, it's really not fair to cheat.

After everyone has chosen their colour (yes, more than one person can choose the same colour), someone goes to fetch the wolf back.

If you were smart, you would have thought of the course to run before you play the game. If not, you will decide on the course now. We usually had to run from the honey suckle bush in the front yard, around the swing set in the backyard, and then back to the honey suckle. If we were really hyper we would make it so you had to run around the house.

With the course decided, the wolf then proceeds the dialogue of the game with:

"Knock, Knock!" (this should be said in a big, gruff voice)

"Who's there?" the piglets respond.

"The big, bad wolf!"

"Whaddya want?"

"Coloured eggs!"

"What colour?"

The wolf then proceeds to name off colours he thinks the piglets might have chosen.

Most of the time the wolf will be wrong because the piglets are smart and didn't choose pink, green, or orange. No, instead they chose invisible, lilac, rainbow-coloured. The piglets then make buzzer noises, yell "No!" in really obnoxious voices, or, and this is the worst of all, pull menacingly on their ear lobe while saying, "Flush it down the toilet!"

When the wolf finally goes through every possible colour and finally realizes that he's probably working with an invisible or rainbow-coloured egg and he guesses one of those two right, the pigelt owner then takes off around the honey suckle and barrels toward the swing set, wishing that instead of being made of splintery wood that it had those smooth metal poles so that he could grab them and spin around the swing set. Unfortunately, our swing set was made of wood and if you grabbed it going too fast you would most certainly end up in mom's lap with a pair of tweezers...

I suppose you're all wondering how the game ends. Well, I told you. It's just like Duck, Duck, Goose...so, if the pig reaches home first then the wolf remains the wolf. However, if the pig is caught and eaten by the wolf then the wolf becomes a pig and the pig is the new wolf.

We played that game a lot!