So here I am, up at 6:30am and one hour to go before I have to be out the door. I am lucky enough that Bekytt wakes up happy and independent today. So I take this opportunity to hop in the shower as his papa sweeps him up to brush his teeth. No tears yet. I think it’s a win.My plan is I will shower and let my hair air dry as I join my family for breakfast. Kyle is on board as he makes eggs and has Bekytt engage in creative play at his art station while he cooks. This is so exciting, I think. What a great plan. By the time I get to the kid sized weaning table (a perfectly sized child table where Kyle and I crouch down to eat alongside of him and I wonder sometimes if this is the way it’s really supposed to be), Bekytt is happily eating his eggs. His papa brings me an iced latte and I feel like I’m in Heaven. I also happen to have a bottle of water with me so as I take a sip of that and Bekytt reaches for it, I realize he does not have a drink. No problem, I think. I reached out to a cupboard that’s within arms reach to grab him a glass for water. Side note, I recently transitioned to wanting all mason jars in our house and nothing else (thank you Marie Kondo) so even Bekytt’s small mason jars have silicone sleeves to prevent breakage. As I grab it and start to bring it towards the table, I drop it in such a way that it hits the very tip of the glass that is not covered in silicone and it shatters... all over the floor.
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