Good Mommy Moment

Today I feel like a rock star.

Several months ago, we bought some fluffy pink fabric with the intent of making a blankie for Gwen as a back-up to the fuzzy green one she got for her First Christmas from Nana. But since I couldn't unearth my sewing table for the longest time, it was only yesterday that I finally got to cutting up the satin border and sewing it onto the blanket material. I was 3/4 done by the end of nap time and completed it after Gwen went to bed. Then I folded it up and put it in the middle of the hallway between Gwen's room and the stairs.

This morning, I got a rather cheerful baby out of bed, who insisted on bringing her blankets out of the crib with her, but she left them in her room as she dashed towards the stairs at my suggestion to "go eat breakfast." She flew past the new blankie, but then paused, turned around, and stood over the mystery pile. I picked it up and wrapped it around her, much to her sudden delight. She laughed with joy and snuggled the soft new blankie as I carried her down the stairs.

It's not a perfect sewing job and I have enough material to make a better one, but I figure I'll just save that for a back-up in case this one ever gets lost. Kids don't require perfection, just love, and this blanket started with a mommy's love and now will collect lots of that of a little girl.

Bad mommy moment - the realization

As I write this, my 16 month old daughter is crying because she bonked her head on the corner of the junk drawer, which she was raiding. I pick her up and she holds a batter charger up to my ear with a tear-filled smile, expecting and getting a playful "Hello?" from her predictable mother. Other interesting items in said drawer, now barely accessible to my amazonian toddler, are a hammer, two toothbrushes impregnated with copper polish, some needle nose pliers, glue, crayons, and a loose stack of index cards. She finds some quarter sized furniture pads leftover from when we installed hardwood floors in the front room and decides to chew on one. I'm honestly surprised that she doesn't cry as I take them away. She does cry when I take away the box of thumb tacks.

Maybe I should get a lock for that drawer.

I had the realization that I have frequent Bad Mommy Moments as I took a shower this morning. From somewhere, my daughter had obtained an opened box of 50 (probably about 44 at this point) latex gloves, which I shamelessly allowed her to play with as I took a shower. My shower has glass walls, so I usually let her roam free as I take my daily hydro therapy treatment. I realized halfway through shaving my legs that she had pulled every single glove out and they lay strewn around her like a small explosion. She wasn't chewing on them and I figured a latex allergy would have made itself know by this point, so I continued on to the other leg. By the end of my shower, she had stuffed every glove back into the box save two, little forgotten hand-shaped balloons. My theory? Better gloves than baby wipes, which are impossible to get back into their container.

Things I frequently remind myself:

-I know the baby heimlich

-My child is neither neutropenic nor thrombocytopenic

-Dirt builds antibodies

Thanks, Mom.