And the Mother of the Year award goes to...

Me.
I had that first really awful Mommy moment this morning. I fell. With Teagan. On the asphalt. And she hit her head. I'm not sure what I tripped on or if I just fell over my own two feet.  What I do know is that my Mommy reflexes were not quick enough to cushion her head from the concrete.  So, it bounced and THEN I caught it.  We were in the middle of the car line at school and all I could do was sit there (yes, in the road) and rock her while she cried because her mommy had just fallen and she'd gotten hurt. After about 45 seconds I regained my composure and realized we needed ice or a "boo-boo pack" (and to get out of the road) so I rushed into her school, got one out of the freezer and immediately applied it praying the knot would come up so we were in the clear of a concussion.  I went into an empty classroom with a rocking chair and just sat there rocking her, holding the "boo-boo pack" and apologizing over and over again.  She snuggled up to me and just sat there while I rocked her trying not to cry.  After a few minutes she wanted to hold the "boo-boo pack" and I felt the knot and saw the bruise and I knew she was okay.  That didn't stop me from snuggling with her for a few more minutes before I took her into her classroom. 
After I got her settled I went to the car and cried. Then I cried some more.  I have never felt so bad. I keep replaying the fall in my head along with the sound effects.
Thankfully, we are both okay, just bumped & bruised. I do know it will take a few days for it to get outta my head though.  Big fat Mommy Fail.      

Bumps and bruises, oh my!

If Teagan is one thing she is her mother's child.  That includes bumps and bruises and scrapes that turn up out of nowhere. 
Last night while I was fixing dinner Teagan and Josh were playing in the yard.  She recently got a cute little red & yellow "chubby car" from a sweet friend and she loves it! She was trying to get out of it and her feet didn't quite make it out but her head did.  Direct hit to the concrete.  Josh came rushing, not panicking, in to get a "boo-boo pack" with a crying toddler.  I knew she had hit hard when he didn't answer me right away. Luckily it was not as bad as it could have been.  A "boo-boo pack", lots of kisses and snuggles and some Baby Signing Time helped make it better. 
But boy does she have a mark to commemorate the event...