This time they are all black and about 6 weeks old.
And the poor kitten that I can't quite figure out what its name is and it's usually being packed around by its neck:
Yes, there are three of them.
Violet is laughing here. It's a bit maniacal. But she's laughing. And it was a mere 3 seconds before she let go of the kitten and it was hanging off of her sweatshirt.
And first thing this morning, guess what!?
See that little black spot WAAAYYYY up in the top of the lilac bush??
That's Calla's kitty. Go figure. But the good news is it made it down safe and sound and this pregnant mama didn't have to go up a ladder.
And the kids have been outside ALLL day. 'Tis a glorious day around here!
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.