Sunday, February 1: Nutmeg's Surprise

We had a busy Sunday: Costco in the morning (I wanted a round of prepared/frozen foods to get me through this week since Andrew will be in Germany), brunch at the Clarks', and then a visit to the Center for Creative Reuse, which is basically a permanent rummage sale of craft supplies. Andrew escaped to get a coffee but the girls and I were in our element. 

On our way there, knowing from a photo I found online that there would be a card catalog full of junk that you could purchase by the bag, Lucia said, "I'm going straight to the junk drawers," and my heart filled with pride, both in her for being a creative child and in myself for successfully parenting her into that child. I feel like there's a college application just waiting in that line--I can't articulate it yet, and she didn't buy it, but I think there's something to it. 

Tonight, I went upstairs and found that the salad Greta had made for Nutmeg was sitting on her bedroom floor, untouched. This happens sometimes, when Nutmeg is elsewhere and doesn't realize her salad has been delivered. But I checked all the usual hiding places--under the sink in our bathroom, on a shelf under Greta's desk, behind the clothes in the far corner of my closet--and didn't find her. Then I started checking all the other possible hiding places, fearing that what I'd find would be a dead bunny, but she wasn't anywhere. Increasingly worried, I went up to the attic. She wasn't in my office. I was about to step into the bathroom when a furry creature rocketed past my feet. Nutmeg! She'd climbed the stairs to the attic! We had no idea she had any interest in stairs, let alone the ability to climb them. What a huge problem surprise! 

Of course she couldn't get down, and Greta had to catch her and then carry her down. So now we have to figure out the logistics of having a bunny who can get to another floor. We can't block the stairs because Farrah needs to get around. And we can't keep Nutmeg in Greta's room because she's a free-roam bunny who is used to having access to the entire second floor. We just can't let her get downstairs to the first floor right now because of the construcion. I'd love Nutmeg to have access to the whole house but there are a lot of steps we need to take to make that safe and feasible.