So it's rather...errr...."crisp" here this morning. I'm working from home today and the kids are in the study with me. There are 3 separate beds and loads of blankets to snuggle in. Boo has picked the middle sized one and is all snuggled in comfy with a nice little nest built out of some of the blankets. Yogi thought the best spot would be
on top of Boo. He tried his best for more then 10 minutes to get Boo to agree to that line of thinking. Boo wasn't buying it "grrr, quit Yogi. grrr, Yogi get off of me! grrr", so Yogi decided that being in the smallest bed with Gracie Ruth was a good second option. G wasn't happy with that. There really isn't enough room in the pink tulip flower bed for a Princess
and a bear. So she's moved to the bed that Boo's using and has proceeded to try and burrow under the blankets that Boo's using for a nest. Poor Boo, now the structural integrity of his nest has been compromised and he has G poking and bumping him trying to get under the nest. "grrr stop it Sissy. grrr humpf ouch grrr ouch quit poking me! grrr" She's finally in an acceptable position, half of Boo's nest is destroyed and his bum is exposed to the arctic elements. He looks pitifully up at me, "Momma, look at what Sissy did to my nest!" and flops his head back down and lets out a big sigh. I pulled a spare blanket over to cover his bum, but we all know it's just not the same.
Poor Boo. Brothers & sisters aren't always a blessing, are they.
