Tuckered...

Oh my gosh. We can finally relax. The move went amazing and except for some unexpected snow, I have no complaints. The boys are adjusting quite well though I can tell the move somewhat messed with their chi. Elvis was backed up for a couple of days but everything is back to normal now. They love the wide open space and are constantly trying to outdo each other by taking the corners at 80 miles per hour. On hardwood floors. At 5 in the morning. I'm sure the jumping, sliding and insane kitty chasing have endeared the boys to whoever is unlucky enough to live below us.
Unpacking continues as we speak but I just had to post this quick story from our first night in the house. So, it was late and the movers had come and gone. I had the bedroom and living room setup by bed time and I was relaxing on the couch. I realized I hadn't fed the kits since that morning and headed to the kitchen, calling for the boys as I went. Albert was hot on my heals and Elvis was just waking up from a warm nap. I saw Elvis stretch and I thought he was following me too. 2 minutes later Albert is chowing down and Elvis is nowhere to be found. Back in the living room, well, you can see what I found. Half in bed, half out. As if he just couldn't decide which was more important, food or sleep. Obviously sleep won.