Baby's First Boo-Boo

 Well its official I have joined the many moms who have accidentally hurt their child and felt like complete shit about it. Today was a very busy day for spud & I. We decided earlier in the week that we were going to help our friend move out of her place. Not a smart idea to bring a baby along for the excursion, but somehow we made it work. We got up early and he was in prime shape (smiles and all). I thought we better book it while he was still in a wonderful morning mood. *Sidebar: As of late Karson absolutely hates his car seat, he will scream for the entire ride (no matter the distance). I have tried it all-music, propping the bottle up for him to sip, teething toys, even holding his hand (do not ask how I manage to do this & drive). Not safe I know, but is being in a small car with a baby who can scream louder than any other human being safe? I think not. Anyway, he managed to make it all the way to Baltimore with only a minute meltdown. Hallelujah! At first I wore him in the baby carrier (try carrying boxes like that)-another not so good of an idea. He fell asleep for an hour which helped us get the big stuff loaded down. We ventured out with our first load. We got to the house and he was ready to get out of the car! I sat him on the couch in a nice spot for back support. I literally went out to the truck which took all about two seconds. We came back in and he was half way face down on the couch. I dropped the table and ran like a crazy person. He was fine, wasn't even phased. I couldn't believe I had left him in that position, I know better! My mind wondered about all the dangers of the incident and how it could have been much worse. I know most mothers’ worry, but I feel like mine is exaggerated due to my line of work. I've seen the worst of the worst. After that his butt was on the carpet playing with his favorite teether until we were done. 

Finally it was time to eat. We were all hot, sticky and smelly-some more than others! This dumbass wore jeans and flip flops in 80 degree weather, another not so smart idea. We pulled up to Quizno's and I went to get Karson out of the car seat, I raised him up out of the seat and BANG! I nailed the top of his head on the door frame. At first he was startled and then the water works came. You could tell he wasn't really in pain, but that his feelings were hurt. Well kid, I had you beat. I was mortified and turned to my girlfriend's and announced, " I hit his head." I'm sure my face was priceless. I turned to my friend who happens to be an ER nurse and exclaimed, "it isn’t a subdural is it?" She smiled and assured me it was not that bad, but of course my first reaction is the worst. We continued to the restaurant and got some ice for the little scrap of skin on his head. The entire way back to Baltimore, I was scared to death that he was going to stop breathing in the car seat. Talk about nerves! Of course he fell asleep, the one time I want to hear noise. After many obstacles on our way to getting home, we made it. We both survived. 

Of course, Daddy got home and we had to recap the day's events. He did the one two glance over and noticed a cut on his nose. He looked at me and said "did Mommy do that to?" No smartass, Karson decided to use his wolverine claws in the middle of the night. Technically this is Daddy's fault because he is in charge of nail cutting. Last time Mommy attempted I cut his thumb and he bled. Okay so maybe the head incident today wasn't technically his first boo boo caused by Mommy and I'm sure it won't be the last. Let's just pray it will never result in a trip to the ER. 

Note: Karson is a-okay and I am continuing to monitor him. He has a hard head just like Daddy! He is my tough big boy.

Loving my new highchair!

My 1st Mother's Day!

I've realized that my blog has been suffering as of late. I would like to blame the baby time warp that continues to run my life. Sunday was Mother's Day and we had a fun filled weekend. I decided to really make this year special for my own Mom, she does so much for us, especially now that Karson is in the picture. I took her to a winery for taste tasting, we both really enjoyed it, some $200 later & we are officially considered winos. Seriously though, I would recommend Linganore Winery located in Mt. Airy, its beautiful and the wine is to die for-this is coming from a beer drinker. We then gathered up our men and headed out to Towson to 7 West Bistro Grille for dinner. Another excellent pick. Food was awesome and decor was fun & funky. The restaurant is definitely family friendly- Karson & both of my nephews joined the party. Our table was overrun with kiddos & my niece wasn't even there. (We missed you girls!). After gorging myself (this was my cheat meal from Weight Watchers) to the point of making myself sick, we went home and Karson decided to start a nuclear meltdown. Hour later and I was in bed by 9. Sunday morning started off with a huge smile from my lover bug, best start to the morning. Karson then presented me a gift certificate to a salon to get my nails done, something I always did before he was here & now have yet to to do since he's been here. Karson along with Grammy got me a flower ring that I have loved and wanted for about a year now. Hurry hurry to church, sat through Catholic mass (Karson slept the entire time), breakfast at Johnny's and then off to the Veteran's Cemetery to see Karson's other Grandma.

It was a very somber moment, watching my son sit beside his Grandmother's grave knowing he will never have the joys of a relationship with her. I felt sad for him and for my husband who has been robbed of having his mother around during this amazing time in his life. It makes me angry when I hear other women complain about their mother-in-laws (I know how difficult some can be) when I would give anything to have one. It breaks my heart when Kurt references his Mom in casual conversation. I have no input, I never had the chance to meet the woman who gave my husband life, taught him to be the man he is today. I am so thankful to her and I will never get the opportunity to voice it. I just hope in the future I can be present when my son takes his bride (or husband), has his family and makes me overwhelmed with pride. I want to be there for it all, just a bystander who gets to relish in the fact that I did an awesome job as his Mom. I want some lucky lady to thank me & his father for raising such a stand up man. I hope this cycle continues after I am long gone. Mundell men exceed the norm!

Today before Kurt left for work we decided to read a book to Karson. My choice "I'll love you forever", as I sat on the footstool and the boys sat in the rocker I read the book all the way through without tears for once. Karson was smiling and really enjoying this special moment, very rarely do we get the time to sit as a family and read together. I look up at Kurt and I catch his eye, he is tearing up for the second time this week. Prior to this I have never seen my husband cry. I realized in that moment this story really hits home for him, he has lived this story and is still living it on a daily basis. On that note hug your Mother right now, if she is to far away call her right now. Whatever you do embrace your Mother, Mother-in-law or any other women who has impacted your life for the better.

On a lighter note: WE ARE ALL MOM ENOUGH!!!