Anyway, Travis worked on Christmas Eve for a bit, which was fine with me because I could clean. I almost go into this "nesting" like mood where I want EVERYTHING clean, all laundry done--the entire house PERFECT. It's weird because less than 24 hours later it looks like a hurricane went through. The vet had also called that morning, and Chanel was able to come home. And it IS Chanel! She is TOTALLY herself: happy, excited, alert, eating and drinking. It's amazing the turnaround. Because she was licking her wounds, she came home with an added bonus to prevent that. I'll let you see the pic for that.
Christmas Eve is also that day that Sage and I bake a birthday cake for Jesus! We leave a piece of that out for Santa rather than cookies. She LOVED making the cake. I poured the mix into the bowl, walked around to the sink for a sec, and I hear, "MOMMY! This is SOOO GOOD!" Sure enough, her hand was in it. Haha, that's okay though, she had a blast. We danced to Christmas carols, which unfortunately, I have no picture proof of. You all will have to trust that we are SUPERB dancers...haha. We iced the cake, I wrote "Happy Birthday Jesus" on it, and I handed her the sprinkles. Having no concept of "SPRINKLE" she dumped them ALL in one spot...lol, making it THAT much more perfect in my opinion. Travis read the Christmas story from Luke 2, and we sang Happy Birthday to our Savior. She blew out His candle. :) Then we went to Travis's mom where Sage's cousins were. She was a little overwhelmed, but she had a great day. We all did.
Mixing up Jesus's birthday cake.
She got a new cast, but that's not all.
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