Because sometimes you just can’t help but be catching up.
Every day looks different around here. This particular morning, Stephen was out to breakfast with a friend, and I was sitting down to bowl of yogurt and granola. Since we were up early enough, we had visitors before school.
The kids walk to school together around 7:45am. From about 7:30 to 7:45, we have kids popping in and out to say hello as they wait for the crew to be ready. They come in and plop their lunch baskets on the table. They’ll sometimes play with magnets, sit on laps for a moment, or pull out a quick puzzle.
Mornings like this are very nice.
A few weekends back, a neighbor family bought a bunny. We learned pretty quickly that they bought a female bunny and intended for little Kayak to get her pregnant.
She was pretty cute. She had one ear that stuck up and one that flopped down. We gave her the name Lucy.
We did try to put her and Kayak together, but he sort of panicked a bit. Did you know bunnies can growl? They can. Our sweet little Kayak kept trying to bite Lucy, and when Stephen picked him up, Kayak bit him and left teeth marks.
We tried, but decided it might not be the best idea.
Either way, the kids were very happy about “Kayak two!” We are pretty sure they think “Kayak” is English for bunny rather than a name. Whoops.
We got a little grill this week and used it for the first time to make burgers on 4 July!
We also made a cake for a 4 July party, and the kids helped to whip the icing. Afterward, I told them they could each was their hands with soap and then stick one finger in for a lick.
After the said 4 July party, I was going to jump in the shower before bed. I changed into my towel and headed toward the bathroom, but was distracted–this happens often–by Kayak. He was sitting in his cage but kind of antsy; I wanted to get him some sand to sit in.
On the top shelf in the kitchen I have a basket of plastic containers and jars that I use. I reached up, took out the container I needed and went to put it back. On the way, however, my towel started to fall, and with four large windows in the kitchen, I shoved the basket up there and grabbed for my towel.
I didn’t get the basket on far enough. It fell, along with all the plastic and glass jars. The glass jars and made locally and are quite cheap glass. They were all hitting my head and shoulders, shattering everywhere. I was up on my tip toes, with shards of glass sticking to my feet, my arms, and my head. Kayak was also just to the right of me, and I was scared glass was just pummeling him.
I wasn’t able to look up or try to catch anything for fear of glass getting into my eye, so–with great logic, I’m sure–I screamed. I screamed and screamed while tons of glass hit the ground.
And I continued to scream until Stephen just lifted me out of the glass mess and set me down across the kitchen.