I am so Not Mom of the Year

When I saw this contest going on from the ladies at Life Without Pink and the Momologist, I had to join in on the fun.  Over the last almost 16 months, I have had countless moments where I've said "Well I guess I'm not winning the mommy of the year award!"








It's all in good fun, but when I started thinking about specific instances where I was certainly not mom of the year - the few that came to mind quick all had to do with Jenna falling - from high and low.  I'm laughing writing this, but really, it's kinda not funny.  But I guess since I know she's okay, I'm allowed to laugh about it...

First the low...
At two weeks old (she was super little) we had her in bed with us.  God we were just trying to get some sleep and at that point the only way she would sleep was on our chest.  Well that's where she was, and I must of been completely sleep deprived, because I forgot she was there and rolled over and she dropped off my chest from the bed onto the floor.  Panic insued. Pediatrician called and visited.  She was/is fine.  I didn't tell anyone about this for months because I was afraid they would say I wasn't a good mommy. 

Now the middle...
You thought the bed was high...umm no...Jenna's fallen from higher.  Right around her first birthday, we went with some friends to the Long Island Children's Museum.  Great place for kids of all ages.  Well, they have this toddler room where the kids can run around and climb on things.  In the room they had this awesome real life motorcycle. I really wanted to get Jenna up there (you know where this is going right?!?)
Well we got this adorable picture first....

And then she went falling off the motorcyle.  You see my arm on the right, well she fell left, and what you don't see in the picture is some small steps next to the bike (so kids can walk up to it).  Yeah she fell off, bounced down the steps and landed with a thud.  I swear  I was watching her - I have proof - my hand is holding her!! But she fell, this time from pretty high up.

 

And the high...

If you're a reader of my blog (and you should be if you're not already), you know this story.  It was a few months ago, and we were staying at our friend's HOUSE.  We live in an apartment.  I thought Mike had her, he thought I had her. Well the stairs had her.  All we heard {he was in the bathroom, I was in the bedroom} was a thud and screaming. Jenna fell down a pretty substantial flight of stairs.  Thing is, I have no idea if she walked down a few and then slid down the rest, or if she slid on her butt, or if she flipped down them...it's probably better off.  Cause either way, she fell down a flight of stairs. It was a holy shit moment if there ever was one. 

 

Thank god our kid is tough because she's taken some good falls.  It's not that we don't watch her, it's just that I'm not mom of the year!

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Car Sleeping for Both My Babies

Funny story which will be filed under "reasons I love my husband"...

This weekend we went out for breakfast with my parents and planned to go straight to the pool nearby but Jenna fell asleep in the car and we figured we would capitalize on her naptime and head to the supermarket.  (We've done this before - one of us stays in the car, the other does the shopping).  I was the shopper this time. 

Fast forward about 45 minutes...

I come out to the parking lot and Jenna is waving at me from the backseat (so freaking cute) and daddy is FAST ASLEEP in the front seat.  And I mean head against the window and feet up on the driver's seat...OUT COLD!

INSERT PICTURE I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN HERE

(AND HUBBY REFUSED TO "STAGE" IT FOR ME)

I knock on the window and he smiled as he wiped the drool from his face (okay...slight exaggeration, but he knew he was busted).  I mouth to him "SHE'S UP"  and the "oh shit" look was priceless....

I guess both my babies needed naptime.

I'll Tumble for Ya!

Smiling as I write the title of this post but trust me when I say that I was not smiling when this happened.  And since Chris didn't want to hear the full story til I blogged about it...here it is...

Hubby and I stayed at our friends' house Friday night because they were all running the Spring Lake 5 on Saturday morning.  We had our alarms set (which I don't think we've done in 14 months) for 5 am...which woke all three of us up with a start. 

Now let me say this now - We live in an apartment and apparently supervising your child in an apartment is VERY different than supervising in a house (read: there are steps in a house). 

Our friends' three kids were still sleeping and we were kind of running around getting ourselves and Jenna ready.  I went into the bedroom and Mike went into the bathroom.  I thought he had her and he thought I had her.  Then we both hear the BOOM and WAHHHH!

:::OH SHIT:::

We rush out of our rooms to find Jenna lying on the landing of their stairs, wailing.  She must've rolled down, or flipped over, or just jumped over the 7 steps (we have no idea exactly what she did because we weren't there to see it).  We grab her and procede to 'whisper yell' at each other (since there are still three sleeping kids in the house), we fought over who's fault it was and who was supposed to be watching her....and well...we were both wrong...Truth is, neither one of us was watching her and thank god (and carpeting) she was okay. I know kids are resilient and tougher than we think they are but seriously that was some scary shit.