Brian found some mice living in his hay out by the horses.
Brian's assistant's cat had kittens.
Assistant asked Brian if he wanted one.
Brian came home from work asking if we could get a cat.
Fact: You know what/where has frozen over because there is no way Brian would ever ask for a cat before that happened.
Other Fact: Karen does not want mice living in her house so she will allow a male outside cat to live in the backyard.
When we went to pick out the cat Tanner looked at Brian dead serious and said, "Dad if we get this kitten NO BAD STUFF TO IT OKAY." Let's just say some of B's past comments have Tanner legitimately concerned.
The kids are thrilled, beyond thrilled.
So far Milo has survived
1. going on the small and medium slide by himself.
2. being dropped at the height of Brielle's arms (several times).
3. Going down the big slide with Tanner (he apparently likes it).
4. Falling down the window well (at least four times I think we have that fixed now).
5. Two attacks by random neighbor dog.
All in one day. Good luck to you Milo you sure are loved!
Such a typical picture. Tanner with his arm on Brielle, Brielle wearing Tanner's jacket, Tanner's butt crack peaking out....I wonder if I will find a way to keep his pants up before he starts school.
This is what chubby little Brett has done during most of the excitement. For some reason sleeping all crunched up like this is so much more comfortable than being snuggled in bed. Oh well I am just glad he will take a nap.
