My Lonely Apples

I never thought it would be the first thing that Keegan would break. I just knew he would reach for a plate in my console, so I have diligently been waiting for him to army crawl over there and then I would put them up. Even if he did break one it would not break my heart. But the one thing that came crashing to the floor today was my absolute favorite wedding gift that I received. It was the beautiful Pottery Barn vase that sat on top of the console that held the almost real Pottery Barn apples.

Timing is everything and Keegan wanted his first break to be memorable. We are trying to sell our place at Bayou Woods (tear, tear) to move closer to Jonathan's work. We had our first condo showing today to two sisters and one of their daughters. As I am showing them through the house I stop right beside the vase to show them the hallway closet. As I am talking to them, Keegan took hold of it and drug it off. It came crashing down and glass went everywhere. As glass does, it shot down the hall, across my rug, all under my table...everywhere. Shards of glass cut my foot and it was bleeding the whole time they were there. Gross. Poor Keegan was just looking at the floor at all the glass and scattered apples holding tightly to me because I think the loud noise startled him.

Luckily, they were two wonderful ladies that helped me clean it all up and the daughter played with Keegan. (As I am writing this I am still finding glass in my skin.) A good thing is that I have one more of those vases in my bathroom and I am guarding it with my life.

Life with baby just got a little more interesting.

My Lonely Apples


My Vase's Lonely Twin