Confessions of a Bad Mom

Ok, you might be shocked to know this, but I am NOT perfect. Far from it. Instead of telling you about ALL of my faults, I'll focus on the most recent. As a mom, I have made many mistakes already, and Preston is only 8 months old. Here are a few of the highlights:

1. Not taking a blanket to the pediatrician's office for our 1 month check-up. In my defense, it WAS 100 degrees outside that day, so I didn't think about it. But the "kind" nurse gave me a stern lecture on always bringing blankets for small babies anywhere you go. I promptly put 2 burp cloths over him to warm him up. I have never forgotten a blanket since!
2. Getting yelled at by someone in his car while on a walk with Preston. This was on one of the small side streets by my house. Little to no traffic at any time. Seriously. Maybe one car goes down the street in a 4 hour time period. I was wanting to cross the street, and was on the curb right next to the sidewalk while this courteous man was driving by. I was waiting patiently for him to pass so I could then cross the street. He slowed down and yelled, "GET ON THE SIDEWALK WITH THE BABY, LADY!" Nice. I swear he yelled like I was running down the middle of the street with Preston's arms flopping out of the crib while dodging cars and rabid dogs. Either way, now I'm always cautious to be ON the sidewalk even if it is a street with no cars and the speed limit is 10mph.
3. The most recent bad mommy moment came about yesterday. As you know, I'm slightly obsessed with taking pictures/videos of Preston. Here is one of him playing with his celly telly yesterday.

"Sup, ladies!"

And another of him sitting and thinking about where he wants to go next.

So many things to do...

Well, after these silly pics, we were playing an exciting game of "I'm Gonna Get You" which consists of crawling around the couch and catching each other. Here we are at the beginning.

I'm gonna get you, Mom!

After he gets me, I crawl to the other side of the couch and sneak up on him. He loves it, and anticipates which side he thinks I will come to next. When I "get" him, he cracks up. So I decided I should get a picture of him laughing while playing this game. Bad idea, Mom. Instead of getting a picture of him laughing, I got this one:

Aaaaahhhhh! Help me!!!

Yes, he is mid-fall and about to smack his head on the floor. My lightning-speed-mom reflexes were not quick enough, so his noggin nailed the ground before I could get to it. If he doesn't go to med school now, I'll take the blame. I still feel terrible, but am sure similar things will happen in the future. I just hope I'm not holding the camera when they do...