Sorry to skip over Thanksgiving (In Phoenix with a circus full of Wheelers) but this blog is all about how Cairn got frightened from making me ecstatic.
My first pregnancy was a wonder for the figure. I miraculously gave birth and found myself at the near skinniest I've ever been (Skinniest was after eating nothing but rice and kimchi for 18 months while walking from door to door to door). One day [about a year ago] I gave Cairn a bath then packed up the first batch of out-grown clothes. Shortly after these activities I realized my engagement ring had slipped off my finger.
After many tears and pulling the house apart multiple times it was agreed that it probably (beyond probability) managed to just barely fit down the bathtub drain. And then a few months ago I rearranged the house and when it didn't show up I finally really gave up hope.
I know. Sad story, huh?
Well, this past week we took out all of the Christmas decorations (a whole two small boxes) and spent all of 20 minutes putting them up. Due to laziness I neglected to return the boxes to the closet safely out of Cairn destructive reach.
So the next day while I checked for new homework she crawled in the one box and tossed the other around... And then she came walking around the corner triumphantly holding something of a choke-able size babbling her typical "Ba-ba? baba ba."
As soon as I realized what it was she found.... I was laughing near to hysterics and rushed over to scoop her up... and she looked terrified and huddled as though she had just got caught at a crime worse than she knew was possible to commit.
Poor confused Cairn.
Now I'm happily wearing my wedding ring set, right? No. I never regained enough weight. So we're waiting for my fingers to bloat with this pregnancy... but yay! I have my ring!
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