When Tanessa and I were first engaged, I bought her a Lladro figurine,
this one to be specific. It sat peacefully on our entertainment center, for all to see, for a few years. When Mathias was starting to crawl and move around, we feared for our Lladro and were scared to think what might happen if Mat got his little paws on it. So we moved it to the very back of our entertainment center where it could still be seen but was relatively safe from harm. Until I got the bright idea to dust.
If you look closely, you'll see the intricate flower bouquet in the bride's hand. Those are very detailed and quite pointy. As I dusted around the Lladro, the duster caught a leaf in the bouquet and pulled the Lladro right off its shelf, breaking the bride's arm off. Not only did I just break an expensive (to us, anyway) figurine that had sentimental value to us, I just broke something that we were so afraid of Mat breaking! I felt really bad, and still to this day our bride is missing an appendage.
Why do I tell this story a year after the fact? Well...
We have a nativity set, a
Willow Tree ensemble that is also kind of expensive and a nice decoration to have for the holidays. This was Tanessa's christmas present last year, and we spent a little more than we would've liked to, but we knew it would be an investment as we would have this creche for years to come.
So we got it out of storage last week and as you can see below, we put it on a table in our living room that is pretty low to the ground, easily within reach of Mathias or the kitty.

The entire time Ness put it up, I shook my head in disapproval of the placement, citing two reasons not to put it there - Mathias and the kitty would in all likelihood pay unwanted attention to it, resulting in an untimely death to any or all of the nativity entourage. Literally, within minutes of being finished, the cat was on the table, inspecting her new friends. But she tiptoed through the sacred scene without disrupting the festivities and that was the only time we saw her pay any attention to it. Mathias also took interest just once, but it was a long enough interest to throw the "angelic shepherd" holding the lamb
on the far left of the scene onto the linoleum. Luckily the shepherd lived through the ordeal, while Mathias got a swat to the bum and a stern talking to. But due to the nature of my story and the opening tale, you can tell where this is going...
Yeah, I broke it. That poor shepherd must have not fully recovered from Mat's earlier roughing, because this morning, as I swung my hand up to flip the light off as I left for work, I knocked her off of her precarious position, and again, onto the linoleum. But she wasn't as lucky this time. My eyes moistened and glistening with forming tears, I went into the bedroom where Ness was still sleeping, disfigured innocent bystander-to-the-most-important-event-in-the-history-of- mankind in my hand, I sadly told the tale. "She never saw it coming," I said. "She didn't even have a chance to say goodbye," I mumbled as my lip quivered, showing the same raw emotion as the last time I watched "The Notebook."
So that's twice, after being afraid of Mathias' mischievous manners, I ended up breaking our valuables. It's a wonder why I'm even allowed to hold a newborn baby.

RIP, "Angelic Shepherd holding lamb"