more "trick" than "treat"

Stone got his first real scrape today.
It was completely my fault, and the whole situation basically negated my stellar performance as "Mother Who Shines Under Pressure" last night during the earthquake.
Long story short, he scraped his head on the pavement.
Here the scrape is perfectly showcased while Stone crams more food into his pie-hole.

I would love to say that I expertly soothed him and recognized it for what it was:
the first of many, many bumps and bruises along the way.
Instead, I cried for about 5 minutes, and then was scared to let him fall asleep because I was sure he had a concussion. Mind you, the "fall" was from about 4 inches above the ground.
So I put him in his car seat and kept shaking his arm the whole way home so he wouldn't drift off. "Stay with me, baby. Stay awake with Mama."
But, as Uncle Jeb pointed out on the phone this morning,
just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after me.


SJ's mama said...

oh sweetie, you're still MWSUP to me...

starparticle said...

Yay! Your first mom-of-the-year award!

Kisses for you both.

Grandmommus said...

I knew I shouldn't have left town.