It's been a while. Kale's sleeping in until all hours isn't quite happening like it use to. So I have about five minutes for a quick update. Here's a quick story utilizing all the cool photos Craig gifted me from our fancy camera. Here it goes: Edie and I decided to go out and collect some flowers to make some perfume.
We decided to bring her little brother just becuase he's so cute (who just happened to turn seven months the other day! Where did the time go? Not crawling yet. He will not crawl until we get back from our next road trip for my sanity's sake. We know how that's slim pickings these days!) .
We were all walking up the bushy path up the mountain behind our house. Edie's still blabbing on and on
about how much fun she had with Cousin Camryn the week prior.
I was going on and on about how much I love the new bloomers I just whipped up and how I was never ever going to take them off because they're so comfy and cute. So there we were both talking at the same time, not really listening to each other. Or the rustling in the bushes... duh, duh, duuuhh... (scary music that was suppose to be)
No, no, it wasn't a feral baby - that's a stock picture of Kale I haven't had an opportunity to use yet. That's the first time he was on a swing when we hit the road last month. Continuing: we heard a rustling in the bushes and immediately the media victim in my head went to the news story from the day before of a cougar attack on a mother and three year old and how the mother got right in there and shoved the cat off her babe. I can do that, I remember thinking in that moment.
So I looked over my shoulder (while wearing my new hat of course) and I saw distinct movement in the bushes. I said to Edie and Kale, who was strapped to the front of me by the way, hindering my ability to throw myself between a beast and a babe, other than him I suppose, 'what could that be?' then all of a sudden a creature came busting out of the bushes! About three feet long, a foot wide and all super intimidating-like. My first though was, oh my god, there's badgers in these parts! Because it was so low to the ground and so agro. So I grabbed Edie's hand and said "come on, Edie, RUN!". And did I mention we were on a hill? We ran about, oh, one step, and Edie bailed flat on her back, head pointing down hill, feet still up. Kind of like this shot from '07:
I look over my shoulder again, wearing my new hat, and I could see the mystery creature still coming toward us then when I try to get a better look at to figure out what the #$@ it was it retreats a bit, scuffling backwards, but then it comes towards us again! Eeks! So I hoist Edie up, who's flat on her back, screaming like, well, a little girl and say "RUN MUMMY SAYS!" and we run two steps this time then kerplunk flat on her back, same unideal position screaming. Kale starts screaming too (alas, like a little girl) so I just left Edie there (kidding). So we just basically did that dance about three more times until finally we were able to run into Craig's office, where he's extremely busy, on a serious phone call and I yell, "we've been attack!" and I made him look up immediately what I think it could of been. Badger, wolverine, I don't know. But after sharing my story and some deep meditation, in the end I think it was this:
But much, much scarier. Like, I said, it seemed three feet long and a foot wide and it was poised all horizontal rather than cute, fluffy and vertical. So scary. We're asking Craig to go back up with the camera just to confirm so we'll get back to you with an update, more pictures and an epic You Tube video hopefully. My five minutes are up. My baby grouse is up. Happy Solstice!
