"I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well."
-Henry David Thoreau

Friday, March 18, 2016

Mom of the year

Will scoot across the quilt for Dad's shoelaces. 
With Mac. 
Grandpa's dog, Dash, is actually really great with Eleanor. She's always watching him and reaching for him, yesterday he was checking her out. 
"Dude, I know you aren't touching me with your wet nose." 
"Okay, yeah, I like you." 
"That's enough. I'm done. You're creeping me out. Stop touching me."
I took Dash outside and came back inside to this... Eleanor in Grandpa's lap, paci upside down, reading the paper. 
When the weather is nice, Drew & I like to play basketball outside. We put Eleanor on a quilt in the grass. She loves it. Daddy stopped to play a while. 
We had Kyle, Misty and the kids over for dinner last night. Eleanor was tired & fussy, but Kayla took her to the nursery to play. When it got really quiet we went to investigate. They were rocking and reading books. 
Today has been not as cool. Sometimes I feel like anything but super mom. Today is one of those days. No "mom of the year" award for me today. I was stripping the sheets from our bed and had tossed all the pillows on the floor as I went. I put the sheets in the wash and then picked up Eleanor and sat her on my bed and flopped down beside her. We sat there for a bit and then I went to pick her up as I stood up. Remember the pillows in the floor? I didn't. I slid right down to the floor... with Eleanor in tow. 
Baby's face + side of box springs & bed frame = crying baby & guilt ridden mommy 
I didn't just let her fall, I took her down with me. I'm a lot of things, but graceful isn't one of them. Once we all calmed down I tried to take a picture of her first fat lip. (It's more skinned than split.) You can tell she took a tumble, but her face doesn't look as bad as I feel.  Don't know if it will swell up more as the day goes on or not. 
Here's to a better second half of the day.