On Sunday, Nate carried our Christmas tree home—and, of course, stopped to view real estate on the way.
On Monday, Cat
and Carl came over to help decorate it. Well, Cat helped. Carl made dinner out of a hodgepodge of randomness he unearthed in our kitchen (frozen turkey burgers, eggs, and canned tomatoes were involved—and it was delish), then watched the gay cowboy movie with Nate.
Today, the freshly decorated tree was horizontal with two kitties looking very guilty. Also today: Jake
was found lounging on the baby’s just set-up changing table. Nate cooed at him. “Aww. I can’t yell at him. It’s like a kitty bed!”
Ah! What are we going to do with these monkeys? And this wussy disciplinarian I married?