While I was getting ready this morning I heard Jason yell, “Babe, come here!!!!”
So I scurried down the hall and was greeted by this ridiculous sight:
The little one has perfected the innocent, “What, Mom?” look, don’t you think?
After laughing hysterically and snapping an obscene number of photos we started to get a little concerned about how they would get down – so Jason grabbed a stepladder and tried to perform a rescue, à la firefighters rescuing a kitten from a tree:
Needless to say, they weren’t having it. Those kitties had conquered that mountain and they were going to savor their victory, by golly.
By the way, we did eventually get a glimpse of how they managed to get up there in the first place:
Brute strength and a whole bunch of claws.
And I thought I was going to have my hands full with a new baby!! Sigh.
P.S. Our spare bedroom doesn’t always look like that – it’s just been a disaster zone of stuff to be donated/thrown out/sold since we cleared out the nursery a few weeks ago. Apparently “clearing out” in my book is synonymous with “hide in another room.” Baby steps, people.