Excuses, Excuses…

I feel like I am forever finding excuses (good ones!) for not hopping in here to blog more often. Just in case you think I’m on vacation or something, here’s today’s excuse…

tree

Toilet Girl strikes again, 5 minutes before nap time.

(She’s okay. Maybe a bit traumatized from having a tree fall on top of her. 5yo brother got her out while I lifted the tree. The shattered ornaments were NOT the precious ornaments, and all is put back together. For now. Life is good and Jesus is coming!)

 

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Comments

  1. In the words (and with the voice) of Drover, from the Hank the Cowdog books,
    “Oh durn.”

  2. Ruth Duncan says:

    A few years ago on December 27, I was headed home from running errands when my husband called on my cell. He had good news/bad news. I didn’t have to worry about getting the tree down. The bad news–our yellow law took it down for me. Happy holidays! Glad everyone is OK!

  3. Cheryl Armstrong says:

    Glad everyone is ok!

  4. Too funny!

  5. That happened to my tree too Sunday courtesy of my 3 Y O! Last year it was my 9 and 6 year olds fighting on Christmas eve. It’s kind of an annual tradition, it’s happened every year for the past 8 years or so.

    • Oh, gosh. Every year?! Someone told me they “anchor” their tree with fishing line. I giggled, and haven’t tried it, but I might next year!

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