Here are two girls hanging out. The pups seem to spend the majority of their time trying to be at the bottom of the pile. They roll around over and over, trying to get underneath each other. I'm sure when they're older, they wrestle to be on top. I guess it's warmer at the bottom.

I've picked out one of the babies that I will be keeping, one of the two lighter ones you see here. I wish I could keep all of them. It's amazing how quickly attached to them you get.. I've named the boy I'm keeping Dusty, after Giant's manager Dusty Baker. He's a likable little tyke.

Here's Dusty all alone, looking at, well, facing the camera. I get a kick out of their wrinkly skin. With the speed these little ones are growing, I have no doubt they'll fill into their skin really fast. I still say they look like miniature seals.

Dusty was circling around forever.

Here's the mom, Brook. She's doing better than I could have ever predicted. She has no problem with me holding the babies. I have put the tank in the bathroom so she can run around without getting into anything, but this night, I let her run around my room again and of course, she went where I don't want her to go. She's still just a baby herself. I had the tennis bag I use to transport the rats when I go on trips, sitting in the bathroom so she'd have something to go hide in. I went in there last night and found all the babies were gone from the tank. She had moved them into the bag. She had made a nest out of paper from the garbage and had them nestled against the towel I keep in the bag. I think that bag is too dirty for newborns, so I moved them all back into the tank. As I held the first one, she came up and took him out of my hand, and just kind of stood by the bag, as if to say "I want them in here." No matter, I put them back in the tank and she accepted it.