Bad mother!

A few things have happened lately that make me a bad mother... well, not really, but I'm certainly not perfect.

Firstly, the other day, I left Barrett sleeping in the living room while I worked on the computer in another room. What I shouldn't have done is left him sleeping on the couch. After a few minutes at the computer I heard a little thud and for a second I wondered what it could have been. Then I remembered "baby, oh crap!" I ran to the living room and poor baby was lying on the floor after rolling out of his blanket nest on the couch. He had a tiny cry, but wasn't hurt - I jiggled all his little joints and bones just to be sure.


What I still haven't been able to figure out is how he ended up on the floor in the way he did. I had left him lying longways on his back (something like that photo), but when I found him, he was on his stomach, lying perpendicular to the couch head-first. This would have required some interesting air acrobatics. Or - and this is a disturbing thought - I figure he might have slid down the couch head-first, landed directly on his head, and flipped his body over itself to end up on his belly. The range of injuries he could have sustained from this is too is overwhelming for me to even consider. That day I went out and bought a new chair-bed thingy that I can put him in to sleep now.

The other bad-mother thing that I've done, and continue to do, is to laugh at him all the time. This wouldn't be so bad, but I find he's most hilariously cute when he's crying. He makes the most adorable faces and noises - Brad and I refer to them as "gremlin faces." Now, I decided I needed proof that this was worthy of laughing at, so I took some pictures the other day. Once you see them, you'll agree with me. Now, when you look at the photos, imagine him making a sound something like a hoarse dove.

Oh my!

So angry!

I'm so angry now!

Baby tears! These break my heart every time.

We're okay now.