Sorry ya’ll there will be no Make a List Monday today.  I know…I know…there there, it will be ok.  (now I ask you, what in the Sam Hill World  does “there there” mean anyway?)  But next week I will maybe have a great list to share other than my ENDLESS To Do’s.  Instead I am going to talk about how today I feel like true member of THAT family.

I have to admit that we haven’t had any major accidents in a while.  In fact, although my 7 year old does seem to have an ENTIRE box of Barbie band-aids on her body at all times, we have avoided physical crisis in general  for a good long stretch.  Now, we have had our fair share of twisted ankles and mysterious rashes, and about 6 years ago when Addison was about 18 months old she had to have stitches in the back of her head.  Yes, that is what happens when a toddler doesn’t want her diaper changed and throws a tantrum right into the bottom of her bookshelf.  But, until today we have managed to avoid Murphy’s law for the most part.  And then today happened.

This morning I was cleaning out the hall closet. ( a task on the to do list from which I spared you)  I put Alivia in the pack’n'play and all was well.  Then the stupid, going to get dropped off at a Chinese Restaurantkitten sweet furry little kitten decided to claw the baby’s face off.  Actually he just thought she was playing with him, but he scratched her cheek and she cried and cried while I chased him around the house saying things no southern christian woman should say. I cleaned her up and put a band aid on her poor little chubby baby cheek and she was scratched up, but ok.

So anyway, she recovered from that and we went on with our day.  I put her down for her nap and when she woke up I fed her lunch.  I took her in her room to clean her up and change her clothes.  I put her up on the changing pad on top of her dresser and started wiping her off with a baby wipe.  Then she pulled up on the mirror and she was babbling to herself as she stood there.  Now, I don’t normally pull a Britney Spears let her stand up on furniture , but I was standing right there, and I needed to wipe one of her legs off anyway, so I let her.  Then she somehow lost her balance and turned to the right and tumbled right off onto the hardwood floor.

It was so weird because although it happened very fast, as she was falling it was like slow motion.  I tried to catch her, but she landed right on the floor with a sound I won’t be forgetting soon.  Then came the panic!  Of course she was crying but I couldn’t tell if she was hurt.  My heart was pounding and my head was spinning as I allowed myself to worry that she had broken bones and cracked her perfect little baby melon.  But then…she stopped crying.  I examined her from top to bottom.  I poked and prodded and looked at her teeth and made sure all of her limbs were intact.  And then, she smiled at me.  And then she wanted down.

Several minutes later my body was still pumping adrenaline and Alivia was crawling around pulling up and playing like nothing had happened.  And even though, we escaped this time without an ER visit and no permanent harm was done, I still felt like a horrible mother.  Even now, hours later, I am suffering from a lingering case of mommy guilt.

So needless to say I am feeling a little kindred to my favorite accident prone Texan family….THAT family…you know the ones!  And it’s nice to know that we are not alone!  Our family tree is growing all the time!  Thank goodness for insurance ya’ll!  Oh and I have included some pictures of my VERY active Livie, so you know she is doing just fine now.

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