Day Two Hundred Nineteen

Boo! vs. the Christmas Tree

The Christmas tree is going up today. Considering how well a roll of toilet paper fares in this house, I'm sure the tree will be just fine. (Insert eye roll.)

There! I got it all!

Andy suggested we put a few of those compressed air cans around the bottom of the tree. Knowing Boo!, she will probably knock the cans over. Or figure out how to aim them at her brothers. That, or she will bypass them altogether and just go for the top of the tree. Either way, Boo! is the odds on favorite against the tree.  

Dash tries his best to protect her. Since she arrived, he walks around in a daze, like he has a hangover. It's the way new parents look. Or a first time big brother. I saw that look on my two year old son's face the day we introduced him to his new baby sister. It was a combination of excitement and trepidation. Many years later, he is still watching out for her, with the same look on his face.

I don't know what's going on this morning, but Boo! is in rare form. Not only did she unravel a whole roll of toilet paper, she has been wreaking havoc in the pantry. Andy just mumbled something and when I turned he was removing her from inside his stack of papers on the counter. She reminds me of the ball in a pinball machine.

Okay, well I just had to remove her from the kitchen sink. I found another one of those interactive cat toys. It chirps like a demented bird, which is probably why it was hidden away under the bed in the spare room. Anyway, maybe it will keep her occupied for awhile. At least until I get this blog entry finished. Dash seems like an old man compared to this little maniac!