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It''s About Time

I know... it's been forever since my last post but things 'round here have been a bit chaotic.  The kitchen remodel is coming along and hopefully in a few weeks I'll be able to post before and after pics - but for now my house is torn up.

On another note, who knew that waiting for a pregnant rabbit could be soooo stressful.  Four days past her due date and nothing...until... this morning!  Underneath all that hay and fur slept 5 little bunnies.  Of course, Audrey was the first to find them and woke up EVERYONE with her screams of joy.  Ally says they're ugly...Audrey wants to kiss them...Jonah and Aaron are thrilled...Josh went back to bed...and I'm just glad they are here and mama is doing well.


  Velma
 Four of them look like this
Only one black one


 

Until then...
Jessie

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  1. KKHJuly 12, 2011 at 11:52 AM

    Love the pics Jessie!! I know you've been busy and can only imagine how badly you want your kitchen back!! Hang in gal!! Thank goodness we can rest in God's lap...we just have to do it. I've learned much these past weeks and can't wait to see you all tomorrow morning!

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  2. anita mondragonJuly 13, 2011 at 9:28 PM

    congrats on the new babies! Jonah was so excited...love you guys :) love, grandma

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