I supplied my entry for worst mother of the year today. My 17 month old and I went for a walk on the beach earlier since it was such a lovely day. He was in his stroller and I was either pushing him or stopping to pick up rocks and shells. We were the only ones on the beach.
Well, the beach just got re-nourished so it's a bit steeper than usual and we reached this one part where it was deceivingly steep. I stopped the stroller, popped one of the two brakes on, and bent down to pick up a rock (I'm a nerd, I know). I was squatting when I turned around to look and my son was IN THE FREAKING WATER!!
In the three or four seconds I had turned around the brake had disengaged (probably because I didn't kick it in place hard enough--it's easy to do with our stroller) which allowed the stroller to roll on down into the actual ocean. The waves were breaking and everything. Obviously I immediately ran out and grabbed him just before the water reached his seat. I was wearing knee high boots and the water reached the topped of them (but didn't get in... yay for spending $30 on cheap Target boots that stayed waterproof!). He didn't act like anything had happened and was smiling away. This photo was taken maybe five minutes later:
Not even a drop got on him =)
P.S.: Before anyone yells at me, I know I'm not actually the worst mother of the year. I still felt pretty smurffy but we all make mistakes. Fortunately mine didn't end in a bad way today!
And now for random BoogerBear pics from the past two months:
Dada and Jameson. He can walk pretty well on his own now!
"Gah, Mama... I'm trying to eat dis finch fie."
Dancing to Dora. (Don't mind the digs... It's temporary housing until March. I would never decorate my place like this, lol.)
Best frans... Unfortunately they're back in GA =( When all of them were together they looked like triplets.