It was an unusually peaceful afternoon.
I was so amused I just had to run inside and grab my camera. However, after snapping a few pictures, I realized Kaitlyn was so high, she was equal to our second story bathroom window. Then the realization of, "oh poo, they're pretty darn high." Next came the daunting task of trying to figure out how in the world to get them down. Never being much of a tree climber myself, I mentally flipped through all my possibilities.
Should I call 911? This is similar to having a cat stuck up a tree, right? Should I call a neighbor...do I even have a neighbor willing to tackle this problem? How long would it take for Mike to get home?
Thankfully, it was at that moment Mike decided to call home. He reassured me that the tree was in fact strong enough to hold my weight and that I should get my rear up there and save our girls. So, I swallowed my fear and began to climb. Christian stood at the bottom of the tree and encouraged us, while we maneuvered our way to the bottom. It took a little while, but we finally got it figured it out.
And to think...it started out as a peaceful afternoon.