We finally got our tree last night and, a week before Christmas arrives, we’re starting to believe it’s December. This is the year that’ll go down in history as the year that either our tree stayed standing and it was a miracle or our tree got tipped over by Audrey. No worries, all you Safety People, we’re guarding it like a treasure, but she’s pretty good at getting around and up on things. The day that we got back from San Francisco was the day that she decided to climb on top of Maggie’s desk. ON TOP!! There she was just sitting and swizzling her hands in the crayon and marker tins. Luckily, Maggie came running up and down the hallway hollerin’ up a storm that we needed to come see what Podgie was doing.
After we had our heart attacks, Barry and I moved the little chair away from the desk and stood staring at our little monkey. Phew. We joined the ranks of the Elf on the Shelvers and it’s pretty fun. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, or even if we were going to do it, but Bowie (as Maggie named her) has been visiting and is bringing a new level of cheer.
Nap time is over.
So is this post.
