The Kids

This is the page where I intend to one day plaster pictures of my positive pregnancy test, ultrasound photos, my giant baby belly in varying stages of growth, my giant baby belly in a bikini, my giant baby belly with a pumpkin painted on it, and thousands of way-too-graphic-for-Facebook photos of our future child’s birth.  These will be followed by countless mind-numbingly redundant photos and videos of everything the child does, eats, says, and probably, poops.

For now, all you get is photos of our fur-kids.

Yay for cat-(and dog-)ladies.

Our eldest. Charlie, Charles, Charles Xavier, Chuck, Chuckles. Whatever you call him, don’t call him fat. He’s just a little fluffy. Charlie is the quintessential cat-dog who meets you at the door when you get home, and will play fetch with milk rings. This lovable lump has been with me longer than the husband. He’s mah boy.

Olive, the baby of the family. Yes, she is freakin adorable, and yes, she knows it. This cute little ball of Satan’s dryer lint likes to hide inside of appliances, linen closets, and bed sheets, awaiting just the right opportunity to scare a little pee out of you. But we love her… I mean, how could you not?