Stories to share

Summer is fabulous...absolutely the BEST THING EVER! Especially now that I have my little man to share everyday with. :)

So yesterday, I went to visit my friend, Jena and her beautiful baby boy Dexter (baby fever came over me and lasted about 5 minutes until the following incident unfolded). Mother of the year moment: Well....Jena has stairs in her house...Andrew has never had an opportunity to be anywhere near stairs so I assume (NEVER assume with toddlers), that he would not be brave enough to climb the stairs (mind you, we are downstairs in her living room...NOT upstairs). So, we are both talking, I periodically check on Andrew (as any good mother would), and last I saw, he was about 3 yards away from me with a big grin on his little face, no where near the stairs enjoying his sippy cup  (probably scheming his next move). Not EVEN 2 minutes later....BUMP BUMP....WHAAAA!!!! Scariest moment to date for me. My little Andrew had climbed the 3 steps up to the carpeted area before the stairs go up again (there's probably a name for this), climbed a little further, and FELL onto the carpet area!! SO...he didn't actually hit the floor at the bottom of the stairs, but he still tumbled down... :( POOR BABY!! I scooped my little sugar bean up, kissed him over and over, inspected his little body for any visual injuries, and then gave him his paci (which I'm normally trying to keep away from him during the day).

Sparked another story: later that evening, I'm in the kitchen making some of Andrew's favorite: Annabel's Vegetable Fritters (from First Meals by: Annabel Karmel). Pictured below:

Andrew is playing in his "fenced off" child-proof area while I'm cooking in the kitchen when he starts to get pretty fussy. I blame it on being so close to dinner-time, so I put him in his high chair with some broccoli and pasta. Broccoli is normally something he will NEVER turn down (especially if he's hungry). Well, he wanted nothing to do with the broccoli. He cried and cried, so I thought, "What if he really did get injured after falling down the stairs today?!" So I take him out of the highchair to get some Tylenol, and he starts crying even harder. I was pretty worried at that time (and by the way: Todd is out of the country for 2 weeks, so it's all Mommy right now). I go to the kitchen to get him some milk (thinking maybe he's thirsty), when he starts leaning toward the counter where the veggie bites were cooling (they had just came out of the skillet). I pick one up to blow on it and he starts screaming at me! I keep saying, "No, it's hot! Wait," but he is reaching with all his might trying to grab it from me. It finally cools down, and I give him a bite....the crying completely stops...I guess he smelled the veggie fritters cooking from the other room, got fussy, and when I didn't give him what he smelled, he got frustrated. I was laughing so hard! My son is officially as picky and particular about food as I am. When it comes to food: if you don't give him what he wants, right when he wants it, he's not happy. So...the baby fever comes and goes, but for now....I think I will stick with having my 1 accident-prone, grey-hair-causing, into-everything (but perfect in every way!) Toddler Andrew for the moment. We'll see if my mind changes after summer break. ;-)