Yep, that would be the ass of my sparkly white ass.
OK, he isn't sparkly (I did not grab the glitter on the way out the door)--yet--he's a mudball; we got about an inch and a third of rain yesterday, mostly last night.
Here's Sombrea and son:
He doesn't seem to have figured where to get his next meal, so I may need to intervene. Right now, I have to get my own kid fed and situated safely so I can get a better handle on the next step. Yes, DH still had to go to work; I could have used another pair of hands, but I was not swift enough upon waking this morning to beg for help.
Here's a better view:
More news and pictures as I can get them... my son is being recalcitrant about these last few spoonfuls of yogurt.
ETA: His future owner, my good friend Phelan, has a poll going on her site to choose his full name; he'll be Firefly [something] of Browncoat Acres. Go here to vote!
