After a long day out, I nursed my daughter and put her back in her carseat (part of the travel system). I apparently forgot to buckle her back in because she was unbuckled when we got home–after at least 20 minutes in the car. I felt so terrible, but at least nothing happened and she was too small to flip herself out or anything! Apparently this is more common than people realize. Many friends have admitted to doing the same thing.
My 4 year old daughter got into some trouble for being grumpy so I sent her to her room to take a nap. Well, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up to the phone ringing. It was the 911 Call Center wanting to know if we had an emergency. Of course I said “No, why would you think that?” He then proceeded to tell me that a little girl had called 911 from my house. About that time my daughter came walking down the hallway with the cordless telephone with an “Oh, crap!” look on her face. I then told the guy from the 911 Call Center that “We didn’t have an emergency before but we may now.” I still can’t believe I said that. She actually didn’t mean to call 911. She was trying to call my mother-in-law whose phone number has 911 as three of the last four digits. She was calling grandma to tell on me for sending her to her room for a nap!
Here’s my bad-parent story of… TODAY! So I was reading blogs online, completely engrossed when all of a sudden I noticed the suspicious silence coming from the kitchen / living room where my two-year-old was playing. I went in to investigate. She had pulled a kitchen chair over to the counter (her newest trick, and the one that is going to make me go gray the fastest!)… and had gotten into a box of chocolates and was stuffing them into her face. She had chocolate all over her face and shirt. It looked like she had taken a bath in chocolate! Not too bad until you realize that she is allergic to milk – and these were milk chocolates stuffed with caramel, which is made with milk. ARGH!!!! (She’s fine.)
The first time my baby projectile vomited on my husband was awesome, I heard him gag and scream from another room. I imagine a shirt that said “contents under pressure, do not shake” would be appropriate. My husband wasn’t shakin him but he did burp him in just the wrong way.
I have one of those computer mice that doesn’t actually move. It’s just a base with a little red ball that sits on top that I roll around with my right hand while my left hand does coffee curls or is forever holding one of those super hard sourdough pretzels that leaves little crumbs all over the place.
In any case, that little red ball must have some sort of attraction that I’m unaware of, because at every turn my toddler sneaks into my office and climbs up on my chair, pounds away at the keyboard (as evidenced by the occasional skejdjfdsrlkj that shows up on the screen), pulls that red mouse ball out and runs away laughing hysterically.
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We’ve had a few falls while learning to walk (with “hurts”, some cries, nothing broken) I’m rarely there to catch her. Talk about being imperfect! Ugghh!
As young mother I was 18 when my son was born, he is now 34. He was about 18 months old and the phone rang. Back then they didn’t have cordless phones. He was sitting up fine so I ran to grab the phone an said I would call them back and I was gone 10 seconds. I lived in a small trailer.
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My 2-year old daughter is not the most daring child. A matter of fact, she spends most of her time at the playground clinging to me. I was holding her hand as she went down the slide and this obnoxious mother says to me, “You should encourage her to go down the slide alone…” How would I do that? Please tell me. I would love to know. I just ignored her.
In a perfect world and perfect family, breastfeeding is best! I attempted breastfeeding for a short two months with my first son, I made it to just short of 4 months with my second son, when I was pregnant with number 3, I vowed I’d make it to a year breastfeeding. I don’t have problems with formula persay, except that its expensive, and I have good stuff for free to feed him, but I was dead set, I was going to make it to a year. I got past the biting, it hurt, no doubt, but I drudged through it, only to be shortened anyway because I found out I was pregnant with baby number 4 (surprise). Because of how close they were, I was told it was in the best interest of my body and the new baby, to go ahead and wean. Guess I could try with the fourth?
My imperfect parenting moment would have to be when I was away at a friend’s house and without any wipes! You try to imagine how nasty cleaning your kids’ bottom without those would be… Somehow the wipes fell out of the bag at home… I’m going to make sure it’s always zippered now!
