Smiling Mom

Well we knew it would hap­pen even­tually. We just didn’t know when. Our 1100 sqft house just got a lot smaller.

Non­nie and Grandpa came to live with us. It was a hard sell, but as Hubby and I loo­ked around the ins­ti­tu­tion that they were living in, we deci­ded to open our hearts and our play­room to them.

It’s the least we could do.

Non­nie and Grandpa sleep a lot during the day and are up making noise all night long. Honestly there have been a few nights where I’ve nee­ded to put in ear­plugs just to drown out their sound.

Oh and let’s talk about their smell. Although they can bathe them­sel­ves, their habi­tat lea­ves something to be desi­red. Once a week I let them out of their room so I can clean, wash, and scrub every inch of it. They get so stinky so quickly.

But they are family, and it’s the least I could do.

Then tonight after some intense exer­cise, I told Non­nie and Grandpa it was time to get back into the play­room because frankly I was sick of the mess they were making around my home. Well unfor­tu­na­tely Non­nie felt that Grandpa was inva­ding her space and so she attac­ked him.

I broke up the fight.

It was the least I could do.

Now Nonnie’s ear is split in two and Grandpa is a bit bloody around his jugu­lar, but all is fine.

Hey, lis­ten. Fami­lies stick together. When someone needs a home, we will provide.

It’s the least we could do.

Meet Nonnie-she’s a he. We call her him our tran­nie ham­mie.

And Grandp-smaller but feis­tier, he’s a crowd favo­rite.

Kayla’s not so sure if she likes them or not. Most days she just tole­ra­tes their exis­tence.

But the kids are espe­cially thri­lled that Non­nie and Grandpa are here to say.

And to be honest, I don’t mind having them here either, stinky cage and all.