Goodness Quakes
My house is not quake safe. I know this. I'm a ceramic and glass artist with too many things on too few shelves. My husband is into trinkets and antique thingys. Between us we have filled a 3 bedroom 1.5 story house to the point that there's rarely a visible surface anywhere. The book cases, the coffee table, the china hutch, the dining room table, the couch, the dog - whatever it is, if it's in our house it's covered with, well, everything.
Those who know and love us hoped that the baby would change all that. And it has. Now our overwhelming mass of stuff is peppered with sprinkles of bright, colorful, wonderful baby goodies.
The sad point of this post is this - we have a lot of stuff. Here in the midwest we had a little earthquake this morning. So naturally our house made the sounds of the proverbial bull in a china shoppe.
Karl asked me this evening if anything had broken.
Well, if it did, I can't tell. The top layer seems remarkably intact, and I'm too scared to dig deeper.
A crawling baby will have to change our lifestyle, right?
Having a crawling baby will just make you move stuff up out of reach.