Jack attack

It has been an interesting weekend with my little man Jack.



Friday I wake up to the little monkey in the  Christmas tree trying to be an ornament, he had tried to climb the tree and of course the tree collapsed and when I tried to clean it up he thought it was time to play.

Saturday I went to a car boot sale and bought this really cute little pig that moves, oinks and squeaks, Jack scarpers for dear life for dear life and hides behind the couch then 10 minutes later he is trying to carry the pig off silly silly wee kitty.

He is very funny and entertaining to watch sometimes with all the antics he gets up to.

When I woke up on Sunday morning I was noes to noes with jack on my chest, I am assuming I was taking far to long to get out of bed and feed him and when I eventually got out of bed he tried to trip me up, I don’t think he understands that if I fall and hurt myself I wont be ale to get his bikkies.


Poor Jack was squawking his morning and my hunnie went to let him in and he was on the roof of the flat wanting to get down and so hunnie went to get him down and he was fighting to stay up. For the moment I have some peace and quite from the rapscallion Jack he is in his bed sleeping, the question is for how long.