Critter Week

Ok, you are not going to believe this.

I was sitting in my chair on the soccer field watching my baby and her little 6 year old friends run drills.

My phone rang.

It was my firstborn.

Now, my firstborn calls me frequently...like me, she feels the need to tell people things when they are on her mind...so she won't forget.  Actually, that's me...I forget.  She, on the other hand, never forgets.

So, I answered my phone.

"Yes," I simply said as I juggled my youngest's Hannah Montana chair, her gatorade, my Blackberry, some papers I was going to grade, my keys and my camera.

"Mommy," she said in the sweetest voice ever.

"Yes," I repeated, this time a little more curious.

"We have baby squirrels," she announced in the sweetest, softest voice.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm holding two baby squirrels"

"Your HOLDING them????"

At this point I'm imagining some big mama squirrel sneaking up behind my firstborn.

"Yes, Mama...they were under the lawnmower.  The cats found them."

After the bunny rabbit fiasco from yesterday, I won't even go into what I was imagining here.

"Oh my heavens...are they ok????"

"Yes, Mama.  They are fine....and they're soooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuutteeeeeee"

"And Mama they make the cuuuuuuuuuuuuuutest little noises"

Oh boy.

After soccer my youngest and I went to pick up pizza, and we actually ran into my firstborn who had been to a tennis lesson nearby.

20 minutes for a pizza was quickly turning into 40 minutes, and my youngest was growing impatient about meeting the squirrels, so she rode home with her big sister while I continued to wait on the pizza.

When I arrived home, my youngest introduced me to the two baby squirrels...ahem, excuse me...now known as Squeaky and Whiskers.

Oy!

Go ahead and say Awwwwwwww!

Because you know you want to!!!

Just in case you were having trouble telling whose tail was whose, maybe this  picture will help out.

Go ahead and say Awwwwwwwww again....

I'll wait :)

These little fellas are cuter than I thought they would be.

Please don't ask me which one is Whiskers and which one is Squeaky.

I don't know them well enough yet.

My children could tell you though.

What is astounding is that these little fellas act like they are sincerely glad to be in my daughters' arms.

They are not afraid...they actually act like they feel comfortable and safe.

I guess that's what a near death experience with two black cats will do for you.

They actually constantly try to snuggle even deeper into my girls' hands...

This is Squeaky (my firstborn told me) in my youngest's hands.

Remember, she is 6.

He's not even trying to get out of her hands.

On the contrary, he'd rather crawl up her arm and snuggle into her shirt, next to her warm little body.

He misses his mommy :(

Go ahead and say Awwwwwwwwwwwww again.

You NEED to.  

Whiskers is also trying to cuddle into my firstborn's shirt.

Squeaky said "Somebody please turn out the light...but leave a nightlight on so I won't have nightmares about those big black panther monsters."

Yes, we are already worried about what to feed them, whether or not to take them to the vet, whether or not we should try to set them free, how in the world to keep them comfortable, etc. etc. etc.

and most importantly, how we're going to explain this to Uh-Oh and Beneigt.