I suspect every week I'll be saying "Wow! They are growing like weeds!!!" Because they are! But for now, I'm safe. They still wobble like drunk little puppies when they try to walk so they don't get far. But I know it's only a matter of time until I am running away from them for a moment of peace.
In the meantime, here are some super cute pics of the little monkeys (this might be a naming theme... monkeys!):
A footstool serves as puppy transportation. The bottled water? My puppies have expensive tastes, tap water won't do.
They have started to suck on EVERYTHING. And yes, this is what you are seeing here. Someone is in for a rude awakening when they don't get any milk! (MUST refrain from going further with this joke...)
He's aiming high and knows ONE DAY he will own that chair.
Stuffed toys + Puppies = ridiculously cute overload
PB seems to be smiling! Even that big fat milky belly doesn't slow her down or ruin her high-on-life attitude. These little guys are already showing similar traits. I can hold them in my arms for hours, laugh and make funny noises in their faces and they barely bat an eye. They LOVE the attention and they'll come rolling and walking and tripping to make it over to me when I'm around them (if they're awake that is).
Puppies come in handy when one needs a pillow
Baby Daddy looks soooo guilty here!
Too. Tired. To. Walk. Any. Further.
They are sure starting to play and gnaw at each other every minute they're awake. Then some decide to sleep under coffee tables.
No dog was hurt in the making of this photo. Not even Woody's feelings because he is so clueless, he had no idea PB was expressing her displeasure.
Oh Woody... we still love you!