Parachutes, songs, and a goose egg

This morning, MR and I joined Julie and Hendley at Mainly Music. We had planned several days in advance for the girls to wear matching outfits; they couldn’t have been any cuter! The program was a lot of fun; we sang lots of songs, danced, and even played with a parachute. The most memorable event was seeing my 22-week pregnant sister do the “stiff-leg Pinocchio” dance.

When we got home, I had yet another battle with my diaper bag. This time it was about my keys. I couldn’t find them anywhere, so I placed MR in a plastic outside chair while I quickly fumbled through my belongings. I had done this many times before and didn’t think twice about it. Just as I found my keys, MR toppled head first onto our brick patio. Shaking like a leaf, I scooped her up and ran next door to a nurses house. When she didn’t answer the door, I called the pediatrician, who I’m sure at this point has turned me into Child and Protective Services (I’ve seen this happen one too many times on a Lifetime movie).

After assuring me that everything was going to be ok, I hung up the phone and realized that I still needed to take G’s car to the mechanic to get serviced. Of course MR cried the whole way, convincing me that my negligence would result in lifelong trauma. I’m not one to harbor resentment, but I know some of my faults were caused by my big sister dropping me on my head when I was younger…

Fortunately for us, MR seems to be fine. We’re at hour #3 and she has taken a short nap and eaten most of her food. We’ve even played outside some. I know this fall will be the first of many, but seeing your baby get hurt has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.