Baby Needs a Football Helmet

Daycare is going to call DCFS if this baby goes in there with one more knot on her noggin! Honestly, this kid has a death wish! Last night, in addition to her regular trips and tumbles, she decided to introduce her cranium to the corner of the coffee table and scare the crap out of Daddy. Thank goodness I wasn't home yet, I definitely did not need to see that one. It must not have been that bad though because she decided that the headboard on Mommy and Daddy's bed needed to be head-butted as well. Every night we have quiet time in Mommy's bed to take our last bottle, simmer down, and fall asleep. Last night she was fidgeting so I took my arm from around her and let her crawl around on the mattress. She was so excited to be free that she crawled straight into the headboard at warp speed. That hurt. But not as much as head-butting the corner (sharp corner) of the headboard five minutes later as she attempted to walk the perimeter of the bed. Crazy bumpy baby.

And BOOM goes the baby...

There I am, slaving away in the kitchen, baking Daddy's birthday cake, when all of a sudden, BOOM!

I drop everything and fly to the living room. "What was that, what was that, is she OK?" Daddy's face looks ashen, and he's completely silent... shocked I believe... and a little afraid... finally, "She was playing on the floor and all of a sudden threw her arms up and fell strait backwards."

"J, what were you doing, weren't you watching her?" Daddy feels horrible, but he has to admit that he was in fact playing video games and maybe not giving Miss M quite as much of his attention as he should. Am I annoyed, yes, a little - but hey, we're new parents, we're still learning! Now Daddy has learnt that he can't play video games while Miss is trying to sit and play. Lesson learned, and no permanent damage done (I hope).

Miss M was screaming, so sad she bonked her head. Poor baby. But it's not the first time, just ask her to tell you about the time Mommy accidentally dropped the vacuum on her head.

Baby Fingers are Tough

Baby's are boring. Especially other people's babies. That's why this blog is about my baby - who is obviously not boring at all.

Three months old and the most dramatic and scarring thing that has happened to date is finger mutilation -- mommy is like jack the ripper with those teeny tiny baby fingernail clippers. I got cocky, thought I could handle a few flailing arms without causing injury to myself or others. I was wrong - and I clips off the very tippy top of Miss M's thumb. I might have been able to handle it if there hadn't been blood. That pin-prick size drop of blood sent me in a downward spiral. I don't know who cried more, but I'm thinking it was mommy. Poor mutilated M.