As we turned the lights out again at 1:30 this morning, the Studmuffin turned to me and said wearily, “Didn’t we retire so that we wouldn’t have to stay up all night anymore?”

Freckle had two bucks around midnight, as the thunder and lightning crashed through the Midwest. They each weigh 9 pounds. That’s 18 pounds of baby. I’m glad I’m not a goat.

After some consideration, the Admiral decided to name them Calvin and Hobbes.

Meanwhile, the rest of the kids spent the day playing king of the hill.