I was going to post on Monday a lovely entry about what a fabulous weekend we had, but the weather was great and we were outside for all of the day when we weren't napping, so I never got a chance to sit down at my computer and write all of the joy we found in our moments together. But there was a lot - good food, good walks, plenty of 2-year-old philosophical discussions like why the salt trucks don't use mustard to melt the ice instead of salt and why Mommy "is an Irish and a German, but Daddy is only an Irish".... And there was this, of course.
Before Rose's birth, we splurged on a new leather recliner from Room & Board. I swore after nursing Charlie for a year that, before I had another baby, I would get the world's best chair and it wouldn't be all nursery-looking because I like things to last well after the nursery stage. So we chose our piece carefully - leather so that baby spit-up could be wiped off of it easily.
We really like it. It's comfy and dignified. And it now looks like it has been attacked by a cat.
Here, I will let the accused speak for himself.
I know - he's adorable as he tells why he did what he did. I couldn't yell. There was no time-out given. I couldn't because he really didn't know that what he did was wrong. If it were crayon or marker, I would have been mad because he would have known better. But his fingernail? He honestly didn't know. So all I could do upon entering and seeing the destruction was close my eyes and take the Lord's name in vain. And then, I grabbed my Flip video so that I could remember this day. But really how could I forget? I sit in the thing daily.
And now, I present to you the whole reason we purchased the leather chair: to avoid baby-spit up stains.
Yep, she got me. And she never really spits up. Well, I can't say never anymore. I was Skypeing with my sister and I wasn't focused and she told me. All over my back and in my hair and on my chair. I never really liked that chair anyway. Even though I got out the puke, I think I can talk myself into having this be the reason we need another new chair. Maybe one just like the leather recliner we already have to make the room symmetrical. And then I will ask Charles Jackson Pollock to display his fingernail creativity once more to make the chairs look alike because what room doesn't need two recliners with train tracks and blueberries drawn on them.
So maybe the moral of this story is I should have posted on Monday when unicorns and rainbows were on my mind and little babies frolicked through our house and naps were taken together in our big bed and dinners were made and eaten while sitting down. But I didn't. Instead I get to post this video and the pictures of my ruined chairs. Honestly though, it's still unicorns and rainbows and babies frolicking. Now with a side of boo-boos and baby puke.
