FOUND!

Baby Jesus disappeared right before Christmas - protective fire hose and all.

I knew it was only a matter of time before he would show up...albeit long after the Christmas decorations were packed away; and I was right.

 One morning right after we started the process of packing to move, the G.I.D. let me sleep in, as I lay in bed in blissful rest for the first time in weeks (Holiday illnesses were relentless) Harrison came and jumped on me with excitement,

"Mommy!! We found Baby Jesus!" There he was, over a month later, back in Harrison's hand. As he had pushed his fingers down the side of the arm chair, Harrison's fingers made contact with the little Jesus.

That chair was the ONLY place in the house we didn't look.

All is well in the little manger again.

I guess that's a highlight of moving - we've found many things that have been {temporarily} lost for some time.

Now we just need to get Baby Jesus back safely in his Christmas box.

Searching for Baby Jesus...

All the Christmas Decorations are packed and ready to go back to the cellar - with the exception of one small but important piece.

Baby Jesus is MISSING!

We have searched the house high and low, Harrison just can't remember where he last air-lifted him to.

Yes, I said air-lifted.

Um, well he probably watched ONE too many Christmas videos this year with me being sick and all -

Be warned of the dangers of viewing Mr. Bean...

After watching this the next morning baby Jesus was airlifted by a toy fire-hose to the firehouse and shortly thereafter Mary, Joseph and Jesus' bed were transferred over ending with a fireman saying "Ahem".

Unfortunately, a few days later baby Jesus was carried off once again and on Christmas morning there was no baby lying in the manger.

Thus the search began.

We're still searching.

I blame it on that pesky Mr. Bean.