We have kittens! They have spent the afternoon and evening exploring, playing, and frustrating the kids. Rachel is dying for some serious snuggle time, but by the time she got home they were mostly under the couch (which is over a heating vent so it's toasty under there). They've come out to play and eat some, but they used up a lot of energy earlier in the afternoon, and they're still babies, so hopefully tomorrow they will fulfill her kitty fantasies.
We have tentative names. The female was a wild thing this afternoon when I first brought them home, and much more aggressive than the male, so she is Sheba (Queen of the Jungle). And the male was being cuddlier, so JC started quoting Bugs Bunny (the big hairy monster guy), "I will hug him and kiss him and call him George." Which quickly morphed into George of the Jungle, so now we have George. Not really the cute paired names I was thinking of, but so far they suit them.
George in the "happy place" under the couch.
Sheba, also in the happy place, zonked out. After the kids went to bed, she came out and found me on the couch and made herself comfy on my lap and snoozed some more. Happiness is a warm kitty.