Ok, when one kid shows me I can be a good mom the other does the opposite. Well, they are the salt and pepper sisters.
I was giving the girls a bath Saturday night. Ashlin insists on standing now, so you need to keep an extra eye, and hand, on her. I saved her from a few lovely slips. As I was shampooing up Teagan’s hair, she slipped again, hitting the side of her face on the way down.
At first I thought I had broken her cheek, but she buried her head in to shoulder ad I was holding her, shushing her. Stu came up as I was drying her off, he had just come in from mowing the lawn. I told him what happened, the one time my attention was elsewhere for a few moments. He also didn’t think a bone was broken. Well, that did make me feel better. I then joked about how fathers day pictures were going to look wonderful.
We explained to everyone that saw her. To day care, to my parents and sister.
Today is four days later, and it still looks horrible. I’m such a bad mom.