My Week(98) in iPhone Photos
My week was going really well until Caroline’s accident on Friday. (In case you missed my Tweets/FB updates/Instagrams she fell at the playground and broke her collar bone.) It was pretty traumatic for all of us. It’s also put a damper on our fall plans, our playdate schedule and Caroline’s budding gymnastics career. Poor thing. So we’re taking things easy and cruising right through our Disney DVD collection.
Sunday:
He insisted my boots fit him just fine.
We made it to church! And it didn’t burn down or anything!
I love this stroller but it REALLY NEEDS A CUP HOLDER.
Monday:
MORNING toothbrushing? Whose children are these?
Lion fish are badass
Hi Beluga, I love you.
Tuesday:
Sewing helper! Tuesday was GET THIS DAMN COSTUME DONE Day.
Mostly done…
…THERE’S my magical pixie!!
Wednesday:
Color matching uneven bars foot bean bag toss – he rocked it.
BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY – Caroline
He transferred from a car nap to a couch nap that lasted 3 hours. I have NO IDEA why.
Thursday:
Easily distracted by things in the dirt
22 lb baby vs. 10 lb kettle bell. She is SO STRONG.
Scenic, tragic waterfall
Friday:
I took a picture to commemorate NOT wearing yoga pants.
That slide in the background is what she fell off the top of, 2 minutes after I took this photo.
Sponge Bob in the ER – I hate the damn show but it certainly kept Evan quiet for 2 hours.
Saturday:
The patient demanded a popsicle for breakfast, the patient gets a popsicle.
Tired from a day of doing…nothing.
Cheerful enough for a bath. Thank goodness, she was covered in popsicle.
So if you need me, I’ll be over here feeling like the world’s worst mom. Good times.
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You are NOT the world’s worst mom! By the time I was three, I had sampled some just-poisoned plant water, electrocuted myself by sticking Mom’s brass candlesticks in the outlet, slammed my middle finger in a sliding door, and been in a freak shopping cart accident (that was really more my brother’s fault–he was 10 and running the cart down the aisle to entertain me) which resulted in a broken leg, surgery, and a week-long hospital stay.
Accidents happen, and Caroline is in great hands. Never doubt that. Kids think they can climb higher, run faster, and do all manner of stupid things without getting hurt. You’re an awesome mom.
Olivia has had more stitches that years in her little life, so I feel you on the worlds worst Mom comment. The last PA who put 3 stitches in her chin told us, she is clearly adventurous, it is a great spirit to have. So, while we feel like crap, Popsicles heal their wounds, and they are learning that every risk has a consequence, and most accidents heal.
Oh geeze, poor kid!
One of the hardest parts of parenthood for me is letting go of The Fear (I have an anxiety disorder on top of Depression) and not wrapping my kid up in bubble wrap and never letting him leave the house. I’m pretty sure I would lose my ever loving shit if he injured himself seriously. Kids fall. I know this, rationally, but I’m also sure I would blame myself FOREVER in case of a serious injury. I really hope you’re more rational than I am and can let go of any guilt you might be feeling and remember to hold on to the fact that you let your kids explore the world in ways a LOT of kids aren’t allowed to.
D’awww! Chin up buttercups. The popsicle breakfast alone proves you’ve got what it takes :) And the costume looks awesome, AND I bet lil E is prepping for a growth spurt. That’s when my giant brother slept like the dead, when he was preparing another invasion of our airspace.
When I was about two, I was not adjusting well to the arrival of the first of three dirty, smelly, obnoxious younger brothers. While we were visiting my grandparents in Baltimore, my brother Phil was reclining in the living room, getting his diaper changed, like the lazy layabout he continues to be. I strolled casually through the living room and allegedly (ALLEGEDLY!) gave the interloper a swift kick to the side of the head. Instead of, you know, TAKING IT LIKE A MAN, my four-month-old brother began wailing like a kicked puppy (as that is what he most resembled) and whines about that little harmless boot to the head TO THIS DAY.
So at least Caroline will get a really good story out of it, is what I am saying.
I don’t usually comment on blogs, but I really love yours and my 7 month old daughter also just broke her clavicle, so I am totally sitting next to you on the worst mom of the year bus! Save me a seat! She fell off the bed! Ugggh, then everyone asks how and you have to explain you looked away for a second…etc, etc, etc.
Of course we aren’t bad moms but, gosh we sure feel like it, huh! Hope she feels better soon and that you too momma give yourself a break and let’s kick our mom guilt to the curb!
Fellow Busrider-
Naomi
Thank you Naomi, it means a lot that you took the time to try to make me feel better. Hopefully this bus stops soon as we can bother get off.