That night, Philip and I were having dinner when we hear a rustle from the dining room. Then we see a flash of red and hear the baby gate get knocked down (which is a feat, jackson can't even knock it down) and see pieces of shiny stuff flying all over the living and kitchen. We were dumbfounded at first, but quickly figured out what happened.
Our dumb cat had gotten on the table, gotten the handle on the bag stuck on her back and freaked out, running as fast as she could to get if off with the ornament still tucked in the bag. causing the ornament to shatter and have it's pieces sprayed all over the house. She hid under the bed and wouldn't come out. I'm so sorry Jude!
The next night we came home to find Jackson had gotten into my christmas candy for BSF cookie exchange and eaten almost FIVE BAGS of it. NOT. HAPPY.
Ainsley is a breeze compared to these two.
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they do however love the christmas tree   |
Gosh I love her so much. and I love her pjs here a lot too (thanks aunt ellen!)
For some comic relief please read this blog. I feel like I literally was reading something Ainsley had written to us (minus a few choice words we don't say)
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