Weasels home . . .

Nothing is more heartwarming than an orphan story with a happy ending. Well I've got two of 'em. In exchange for kid elf slippers , I got the opportunity to adopt two adorable weasels into our home. I would have posted the news sooner, but I was having trouble resizing the photos, and this story definitely needs to be illustrated.

Baby weasels are apparently hardy enough to be shipped, and when the package arrived it was addressed to the children (who are to be the main weasel caregivers in the house). They weren't aware that our family was about to expand, so there was a fair amount of suspicion when the package arrived, but once opened you could really feel the love in the room:

It didn't take long for the kids to introduce themselves and start bonding. Not surprisingly, the boys and girls paired themselves off naturally, my daughter E immediately established a connection with Pia, the sweet and fair younger weasel, and the rowdy boys J and Gnat came together like they'd been friends all their lives:

The kids learned from our friend and adoption agent that baby weasels enjoy getting to ride around in a comfy pocket. Seemed to me like Gnat was getting squished a bit, but he bounced back. Pia got a kick out of the tour of the yard that E gave.

A feeling of comfort and normalcy was established right away, these weasels felt at home immediately. The kids discovered they have much in common with weasels. Gnat likes dragon toys and Bionicles just as much as his human counterpart, J, and also seems to have a flair for terrorizing the younger female sibling:

The girls share a deep love of cinnamon sugar, something which Pia seemed able to smell from across the room. Fortunately for both E and Pia, the younger weasel really likes the taste of rice pasta in red sauce (this is E's least favorite meal, and I suspect that Pia ate far more from E's bowl that night than E did). Additionally, the musically talented Pia is undertaking the task of teaching E to play the keyboard. I was shocked at how talented that teeny tiny little weasel is!

By the end of our first day we'd learned many things about baby weasels, but most importantly we discovered they are not so different from us. They may be fuzzier and cuter than us, but they just want to snuggle up, watch some tv, and maybe play some Webkinz after dinner. Even mom and dad were treated to some special weasel time. The only odd thing I've found is that after a few hours with the weasels all the humans in the family seemed to have glowing red eyes. It was gone by the morning, though.

I really can't stop gushing about the unexpected joys that accompany baby weasel adoption. I'd highly recommend you consider making room in your lives for a few sweet creatures, too. The pattern is available at squeakyweasels.etsy.com