This morning I thought to myself, I’m lucky; I’m lucky to be able to look out of my window and see a beautiful day beginning.
Baby crabb and I munched away on our breakfast, well baby crabb munched, I sipped, on my coffee. I’m trying to be good at the moment I really am. I’m trying to limit my caffeine intake, but I love a cup of coffee in the morning and I love a cup of coffee whilst looking out of the window. Baby crabb likes to look out of the window; he likes to see the birds. He also likes to feed the birds. This is usually a pastime he performs with daddy crabb but I thought I’d take advantage of the beautiful morning and feed the birds today.
Breakfast finished, I lifted baby crabb out of his highchair, found the bag of bird food ( I’m pretty certain it has an all singing, all dancing name, but remember, I am a bird feeding imposter today!) and went to open the patio door; however, someone had already beaten me to the door: baby crabb. And, more to the point, the door seemed to be a place that baby crabb was quite accustomed to ‘hanging out’. Now if you’ve read some of my other posts, (https://crabbkins.wordpress.com/2015/02/02/who-me/) you will remember that my father has a slight healthy obsession, I think I can call it that, with things being clean, windows being one of those such things, and, I seem to have slightly inherited it. I’d cleaned the floor to ceiling glass door that leads from my kitchen to my patio yesterday and I was pretty proud of the streak free window gleam I had achieved. Baby crabb obviously liked the door; he obviously liked it so much he had taken the up most care to kiss and cuddle it all over. Well, when I say all over, I really mean all over the bottom half of the door – which actually makes my conclusion that baby crabb is indeed the culprit of this cleaning crime more certain; I don’t think daddy crabb at 6 ft 3″ would be crawling around on the floor kissing the patio door??
“Baby crabb, have you been standing and touching mummy’s clean window.” I say.
“But mummy I love your window and I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate your hard work by leaving my display of affection so clearly for you to see on your lovely clean door.” Baby crabb says (or that is what his big blue eyes say as he gazes up at me, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth ….)
So, after our slight stand-off at the window, I picked baby crabb up, picked up the bird food and took him outside to see the beautiful morning unfold and feed the birds.
P.s. This is why we need clean windows, to see such beautiful mornings beginning.