Here is a picture of Micah and Mimi and Papa right before they left to go to Grandparent's Day. And then just moments after I took this picture, Micah ran to get his backpack, which I had set on the bombe chest that is in our entry area. Well, there was also a large fruit centerpiece type decoration sitting there. So just picture it . . . a little boy moving full steam ahead to go get his backpack and go to school with his grandparents and get to eat DONUTS at school with them. Of course paying no attention to the fact that there may be breakable things near his backpack. And paying no attention at all because that is his personality. You can probably guess what happens next.
This happens. He grabs his backpack and pulls the fruit right off the table, shattering it into a billion pieces. The glass was EVERYWHERE. The kitchen, the laundry room, our bedroom. I wasn't really mad at him because it was truly an accident and he wasn't doing anything wrong per se. Of course, I would love for him to start being more attentive to his surroundings and just pay better attention in general, but I'm accepting that more than likely it will never happen. It just isn't who he is. He pays great attention to details, but only ones that matter to him, such as small teeny tiny legos. But he doesn't pay attention at all to the fact that he is not holding his toast over his plate and he is slinging jelly all over the table.
After all the cleanup, I was sad to see that the fruit had damaged my floors. Those three spots that make a triangle are where the floor is dented. Thankfully though they look better now. When I took this picture, the dents were filled with dust from the broken glass and that made them stand out much more than they do now that they are clean.
He had a good time at Grandparent's Day and that is (mostly) all that matters!
