Okay... so I went and found the "Put Me Down" photo instead. It was this look, except on a bigger face. The boy is nearly 7 pounds now!
*** The girls were spayed on Wednesday and were running around the family room like maniacs less than 12 hours later. I have pain meds to give them every two days, but they hardly seem like they will actually need it. It is virtually impossible to tell the girls apart. We've put a spot of green nail polish on Abby's ear, red on Tika's. Except we can hardly remember which girl got which color... ;-) They are feminine versions of Henry and I believe more and more that they are litter mates.
*** After vacuuming and flea treating my house twice a day for three days, I think we're about done (but whenever someone scratches, I tend to lose my marbles). I haven't seen a crawler in over 24 hours. Charlie, Norman, and Simba get a "just in case" dose of Capstar on Thursday followed by another crazy vacuum session. At this point, I'm just holding out until a week from Friday when I can Frontline all of the adults again. Just as long as the Adams don't get anything, I can stay sane. They need to move to Petco on Saturday.
*** Mother Jefferson and the munchkins continue to do well and are unfazed by any of the craziness outside their bathroom door. And today... while I wasn't looking... their ears boinged up to the top of their heads. I am honestly too tired to walk back upstairs with a camera, but I will have take a photo tomorrow and have it for you on Monday.
I'm off now until Monday. (I know I said that before, but I figured you would want the Henry report). Everything is fine... unless I see an f-word. Then I might be saying the f-word, a few hundred times or so. ;-)