Anybody speak lemur?

Seems like all I got done today (outside of bottle feeding) was finally getting my last post finished. It took forever for me to figure out how to do the pics IN the article. Must be the lack of sleep. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Rollo is getting more personality by the day, maybe the hour. He likes just to stay with me, he trills and chirps and I try to imitate him and speak lemur. I must speak it with an awful accent, he looks pretty confused sometimes.

I haven't been spending much time with Kinkababy, so I took him to play on the bed. He was soooo happy! He pounced and wrestled and made all sorts of cute little sounds. He looks huge compared to the lemur! He's "helping" me type this. Rollo is doing all sorts of tricks to get his attention, he would love to play with him. Both of them want to be on me all the time, so do the cats, and somehow that just doesn't work.

Kinkababy just ran up to kiss me. He will go a little way off now, keeping a close eye on me. But every so often he had to reassure me how much he loves me by running back to kiss me.

Whoa! He just drank his whole bottle! Now he's so fat he's just lying in my lap with a milk mustache, looking cute and smug. He still tries to bounce a bit, but he's too heavy! Time to go back to the cage for a bit. I really need to start housebreaking him. Wish I knew how!

I'm trying to get things cleaned up before J comes. I was doing the dishes last night, snarling at the empty milk cartons and Pepsi bottles taking up half the floor. I keep asking DH not to leave them there, and he keeps forgetting. So I was having this conversation inside my head.

Me: (irritated) Please don't leave the empties there, it's hard for me to pick them up.

Him: But if I take them outside, the horse will get into them and spread them all over.

Me: Well, find some place he can't reach, they don't belong in here.

Him: But...

Me: (exasperated) I don't care. Find some place for them.

We have this conversation a lot, can you tell? I know what he's going to say. He knows what I am going to say. It's programmed, we could just run a tape. But he's on a day trip and still not back, and I miss him, so I decided not to play the tape this time. I occasionally get fed up and just kick them out the door, so if he wants to get in he has to put them somewhere. But it's raining and dark, and I miss him and he DID finally get the fridge to run. Plus, he buys me chocolate. Plus, he's sweet and sexy and I'm nuts about him. Most men would get upset if a wallaby had an accident in the bed in the middle of the night.

When I finally do ask him to clean up the pile, he surprises me by having a place to put them! Now, if I can only get him to not leave them on the floor in the first place....both of us missed out on the clean gene. Which may be just as well, otherwise I would have missed out on getting to snuggle with wallabies all night. Anyone can have a clean house. And he no longer ignores them when they let him know they need off the bed!

Kinkababy is sleeping off his full tummy, and Rollo is learning how to play with his toys. He pounces, then looks to see if I've noticed. He's discovered his tail can be chewed and sucked on, and is always handy. Time to pacify the ravening horde we call cats. Otherwise they will seek out and shred the toilet paper!