So today I accidentally pulled Charlie out of the shopping cart before he was ready, and he clung to the honeycomb holes in the sides... he scraped his finger and started to whimper and of course I felt awful, like I should earn the worst mother of the month award as his precious little finger started to bleed a wee bit. It’s never fun when your baby is hurt. So I hurried him home, and got a little Neosporin spread in a bandaid and wrapped it tight around the injury. But then I started to freak out further as he started to suck on his fingers, because what if neosporin is toxic? So I frantically read the package, and next thing I know when I turn around Charlie is grinning and the bandaid is nowhere to be seen, I check the floor and in between his other fingers and toes and in his mouth... no bandaid. Welp, he whimpers some more so I try to get him something to eat. A solid 15 minutes later, after he’s downed most of the bottle, a little tan triangle emerges from under his tongue... I snatch it between my index finger and thumb and pull... and there, sneakily concealed under his tongue, is the bandaid, mushed up and soggy.
Sigh. He foiled me. An 8 month old foiled me.
Someday I’ll have this whole mom thing down.
Sigh. He foiled me. An 8 month old foiled me.
Someday I’ll have this whole mom thing down.
Okay this totally made my day and it's not even 9 am yet
ReplyDeleteHaha I’m glad you enjoyed Abbey :)
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