It’s not my proudest day of motherhood today. Not that anything horrible has happened – I’m just off my game. Baby E got to bed late, thanks mostly to my lack of time management today, and this after he had eaten for dinner, among other things, some kidney beans that actually were a little over-funky (I accidentally left them out overnight but didn’t realize because they got put in the fridge in the morning). Sigh.
The worst bit was this afternoon – E had been napping for an hour and a quarter, not making a peep, when I suddenly heard a thump, an ominous pause (during which I was running for his room), and a wail. The day has finally come when he can get over the crib rail – admittedly we don’t have the mattress level down as far as it can go, because he’s never been ambitious about getting out before. As I’ve mentioned, he’s not doing much climbing yet. But today he must have woken up with a newfound drive, not bothered to fuss at all, and just got right down to business… and fell right out.
He was unhurt, it seems, but was pretty scared and cried seriously for a bit. Poor sweetie. I don’t completely blame myself for that one – but I should have known it would happen sometime. You can imagine how I feel. Parents feel bad enough just when things almost happen – like the time E almost fell off the change table head first, on Daddy’s watch, but Daddy, with his grocery-store reflexes, caught him in mid-air. No harm done (unless you count Daddy’s nerves).
Or like the other evening when I was getting E mellowed out for bed, and he was feeling a bit nutty: after zerberting my chest for several minutes, leaned over and bit my arm. (He’s normally not an arm-biter – typically it’s still just noses.) It hurt and shocked me enough to yell “Ow!” quite loudly, which of course shocked the little guy, and then made him cry fit to break my heart.
Anyway, it’s all water under the bridge, there’s no permanent damage (so far… I hope!), right?
For times like this, Sean discovered the perfect pick-me-up. If this wonderful creation doesn’t bring a smile to your face or a tear to your eye, or both, I’ll eat my shorts. Ze Frank… a guy with extraordinary talents and ideas – and now you’ll want to give him a hug.
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