11 Months - October 26th, 2009

So, now that I am caught up on orders and I don't have to touch a hot glue gun, make bows, tutus, bow holders, etc, I can actually have some computer time.   I am way behind Brody's 11 month old posting.

This month, Brody was recovering from his awful stroller tumble onto his nose and forehead.  His scab finally peeled off and he's much better.  I will say so many people stopped me at the grocery and made me feel better letting me know it won't be the last big boo-boo he gets.  Lots of stares too, but most people couldn't resist making a little guy feel better with kind words!  Here are some things about B this month:

• You don't like being covered with blankets
• You love to stay awake - the slightest noise wakes you up, you nap about 1 1/2 all day long and you don't sleep through the night yet
• Loves to play with the telephone pushing all the buttons and turning it every which way
• You love to clap (maybe you'll follow big brother's footsteps)
• Your 8th tooth cut through on bottom right side
• You let us know when you are tired by saying "Nah nah"
• Wrinkle your nose and snort when you smile - sooo cute!
• So funny when you say "Gooda gooda gooda", I wonder what that means in baby talk!
• The day you fell out of your stroller and onto your nose (10/19), you said "Mama" so many times that day, finally! 
• Your favorite little big guy foods are cheese, peaches, Mandarin oranges and chicken
• You jump like crazy in your Exersaucer
• You weigh 24 pounds
• You are moving all around the table, taking steps but not letting go yet
• You are all over mommy's cabinets, uh oh, we are in trouble now...it's all over with!

I just had to post one of my favorite boo-boo pics.  Your poor little nose!

And the winner of Mother of the Year Award goes to...

Yes, I am the winner of the Mother of the Year award!  Monday was such a fun day, my little guy went all around with me getting supplies for orders.  Brody was being such a good baby.  He napped, he giggled, he talked - even saying Mama several times.  I was feeling so blessed and happy that I have him. 

The weather was so beautiful outside and after I picked up the kids from school, we walked around delivering our block party invitations door-to-door.  Brody was still in his stroller and I decided my flowers needed a watering since they haven't had a drink since the last rain.  I put the stroller on the edge of the driveway and the grass.  I had my back turned for a short time and I happened to look back to check on him right as he tumbled out of the stroller face first on the hard concrete. 

Panic, panic, panic - all I could think of is he is going to die.  I rushed him in the house and ran around in circles checking him out and crying telling him how sorry mommy was.  I am still crying over it, even now as I write this.  His forehead has a big concrete stamp on it, his nose is all skinned up and his nose started bleeding a little.  Luckily, his teeth were ok.  I called mom right away and she was nowhere to be found.  I didn't know if I should take him to the ER.  I called my neighbor down the street who is a nurse and she said to just watch him and if he starts acting different, then take him.  Blake called Tim and he rushed home. 

I couldn't take my arms off of him as he screamed and screamed.  The sound of his head hitting the concrete played in my mind over and over. I held him as he napped, listened to his breathing thinking he could have a horrible brain injury and I could lose him at any moment.  I prayed and prayed for him.  I can't imagine our lives without him.  It was not a good night of sleep for either of us.  When I went back to look at the stroller later Monday night, it looks like the front tray was not clipped in all the way making it easy for him to fall over as he leaned over. 

The ironic thing about this accident is all last week I couldn't stop thinking about the mother of the little baby whose stroller took off and fell into the tracks of an oncoming train.  The train ran over his stroller and he was safe with just a bump on his forehead because he was so clipped so tightly.



 I ask myself over and over why didn't I learn from that.  From now on, he's clipped in with shoulder straps.  Luckily, he was pretty low to the ground when he fell out.  One of my worst fears happened, having him hit his head on the concrete.  I always hold him so tight if he is not in the stroller, praying I don't trip. He's ok now, I still watch him and am thankful that I get a second chance with him.  I know this was God's way of telling me to slow down!

Smiling after all that!