Welcome to the married life again (and yes, I am ignoring the fact that I am not technically married anymore...again). Welcome to the world of, "Yes, dear. No, I don't mind doing the dishes tonight, dear. Yes, it's perfectly alright if you steal all my clothes, dear."
Also, what are you doing? Starting your own pack now? Will they all be dog like creatures and run around rolling about in the mud and chasing cats out of your yard? Actually, that would be rather hilarious. Perhaps you should practice spells to keep the fleas off them.
I'm surprised those troubled souls decided to let you raise these children. That brown, smelly stuff in their diapers, Sirius...That's not finger paint. Don't get confused, alright? Also, it is not food so don't eat it...
What James means to say is, congratulations and we're very happy for you and willing to provide baby sitting, tips and/or an ear to scream in when the time comes. Love you both!