Evelyn learns to climb; thinks she’s hilarious.

It was a little after 7am this morning when Evelyn climbed from the arm of the couch, onto the window sill and then onto the kitchen bench. I’d been awake with her until 3am and while she was perky and happy after a little sleep, a lot of boobs and some panadol, I can’t say I was feeling the same way. This is my excuse for why I didn’t notice her precarious position until she threw my teapot onto the floor, shattering it.

Later, as I told the story on social media, I explained that I was lucky – the teapot was mostly empty and entirely cold, and there had been a carton of eggs right next to the teapot that she could have dropped instead.

My brain was barely up to cleaning soggy cold tea leaves off the floor – I would not have coped trying to get egg yolk out of the carpet too.

Of course,  I’d spoken too soon and when I opened the egg carton at lunch time to make egg sandwiches, there were three eggs with their tops bashed in. Seems Evelyn had beat up the egg carton with the teapot before she dropped it.

Her look of glee as I removed her from her perch, wedged between the microwave and the couch, has been imprinted in my brain, and I’ll be referring back to that the next time we have to do a developmental chart.