I'm in trouble now!

Evidence #1: Look at what is currently living in our basement: 

Aden found these 5 feral kittens in our neighbor's storage area. The mother is so wild that we cannot get near her, but we took the kittens (about 6 weeks old) and are hoping to tame them so they can grow up to be fat, happy housecats who do not further contribute to the feral cat population. We've had them a week now and they are still skittish but we can hold them all, they will eat from our hands, and they will come out and play when we are in the room with them.

I needed 5 more things to feed and clean up after, right?! In the last few weeks I've felt very stressed and have often found myself thinking that having a third child was crazy (and almost wishing we hadn't done it). But now... Has anyone else read the fable where a family is unhappy in their small, crowded house, and the wise woman keeps advising them to bring more and more animals inside to live with them? It gets more and more crowded and they get more and more unhappy. Then finally she tells them to send all the animals back outside, and their small house suddenly feels so much bigger, and it is perfect after all. These kittens may be the universe's way of reminding me that my life is pretty damn perfect after all. 

Perhaps I will appreciate the lesson more after the kittens find homes? ;)

Evidence #2 that I'm in for it:

Four-and-a-half-month-old babies are not supposed to do that, are they??? Ronan can currently roll both ways, scoot backwards across the room, and pivot on his tummy to reach things.

And he got his first tooth last week. My baby is growing up so fast!