There has been a lot of head banging in our home life recently.
Actively because who doesn't enjoy dancing around the house to music? Well, we do and recently we've been laying down some jazzy-robotic-head banging moves to our repertoire. (Thanks in part to Christine and the Queens!)
Emotionally because in light of some overwhelming ignorant judgement calls. I mean, how do you even? I didn't see this coming about. Is it our own fault for not forecasting the trend beforehand? A warning to everyone else? (Clunk, clunk, clunk against the wall).
Physically as Peaches is learning to move about independently. Trying to crawl, trying to stand, trying to walk and all on her unsure appendages. (She just needs to learn how to fall appropriately).
As I was doing the first two they distracted me just enough to allow baby-girl to do the last one. She rolled off the bed, I swooped her up and ran to the kitchen to get an ice pack. I turned to open the fridge and CLUNK! I banged her head on the doorframe.
A week later and I'm almost over the gut-churning guilt of that.
Nice one mama!
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.