Me. Britney Spears thought she had me beat. It was close but, with my efforts this morning, I came out the champion.
I was getting ready to go for a morning walk with Elizabeth. We go for one every morning since it's flat where we're living now. Well, for the most part. It's better than the insane, San Fransico like hills where we were before. However, I digress. I had been sitting on the bed with her, putting on my clothes. I had to reach my shorts on the dresser and with one hand on her, leaned to get them. S-T-U-P-I-D. Yep, you guessed it. She fell off the bed. She made a horrible SMACK! landing on her face and belly. I gasped and immediately grabbed her. She cried, of course. But, it only lasted a minute. We moved everything around. No bruises, no serious tears, possibly mental scarring so, I didn't call the doctor.
I am an asshole. I can't believe I was soooo dumb. It's like the second rule of babydom. Thou shalt not put baby on furniture because they'll fall off. The sad part is I'll bet I do something even more stupid next week... like put a plastic bag over her head.
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I read somewhere that it's not a matter of IF your child will fall off the bed at some point, it's merely a question of WHEN they will fall. They all do it. Honest.
(says the mother whose 3yr old has a spectacular but fading black eye from falling out of bed two weeks ago and landing on her cheekbone)
Regarding lead - that is why my children have no toys. We only give them organic rocks and sticks to play with. (the very thought of weeding through the girls' toys gives me chills)
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