Maisie lives for danger. Or maybe I enter her into danger. A couple days ago she was being a little terror, so I let her have my paper shopping bag to play with. I realize that she loves to eat paper, but I thought I was watching her. Not well enough obviously because when I next looked over, she had taken little goober bites out of my shopping bag, with the pieces nowhere to be found. I wonder if this is part of the reason she has been constipated. Here is the damage…to the bag.
Have I mentioned at all how many times I have dropped my cell phone on her little newborn face? It is true. I am not proud of it and just because I am posting that information here does not mean it is something I am bragging about. I am quite shocked at myself actually. It was in the wee hours of the night when I was nursing her and trying to see what time it was and on my way to bring the phone to my face, it slipped out of my hand and onto her face. Never once did she cry. Maybe she just thought it was part of life…to have little bright things fall on your face.
When we went to Prague this last May Justin, Maisie, and I were shopping around in a little store. This store, like most other European stores, was very small, packed with lots of things. I saw a cute little jacket that I wanted a better look at, so I thought I would fit into the corner it was hiding in, while holding Maisie. Well, my clumsiness got the better of me and I ran into the corner of the wall, ricocheting off of it to have Maisie’s temple hit the corner of the opposite shelf. High pitch screams for minutes. I felt horrible. That was the worst.
I let Maisie play with pens. It kills most of my friends that I let her do this, but I waited until she had more control of her arm movements, so as not to poke out an eye. She has yet to hurt herself, although now that I am posting this I will probably keep a closer eye on her so you don’t have to say, “I told you so.”
She wants to know what it feels like to get a bit electrocuted because she insists on trying to eat every cord in the house. I think cords are the only reason she has even attempted to crawl. She loves them. This, we do not let her play with. Well actually, right now she is playing with some guitar cord, but I promise it isn’t dangerous.
While in Amsterdam I let her play with a hanger. It is always when she is being a poop that I give in and she ends up getting hurt. My judgment really goes out the window when I am flustered. I was shopping and Maisie was freaking, so I let her play with a hanger. I thought better of it and took it away from her before she would get hurt. She was still crying, so I picked her up, while holding my clothes…on hangers. Somehow, one of them managed to fish hook her little mouth and get stuck in there. More high pitch screaming.
That is a whole lot of bad and irresponsible parenting in just eight months! Please stay tuned for future irresponsible parenting tales! They are sure to come!