Mother of the Year

Yet again, I remind myself why I will never be in the running for mother of the year. I made the boys dinner last night, and they prefer to sit up on the kitchen stools rather than the dinner table, which I'm fine with as it means less table to clean afterwards. So I sit Harry up on his stool, and then Zaccy. Now I know Harry is fairly safe as he can actually climb up himself, but I always try to keep a hand on Zaccy.

However I have become a little slack, and let his hand go to try to eat some of my own dinner, as he was happily sitting on the chair eating away, it normally only gets hairy if he wiggles or tries to stand. However he must have pushed off under the counter with his feet as suddenly the whole stool with Zaccy heads straight for the floor in a "TIMBER!" type motion.... AS you can imagine his poor little head hit the floor with a resounding crack! And I'm unsure who was crying more, me or him. Thankfully however he is fine, even if I did then have to wake him up every 3 hours to check he was all right last night, and now feel like death twice reheated.

Harry is also so sweet, asking if Zaccy was all right, and rubbing his head for me. Aren't I lucky to have two such lovely boys. Just not so sure if they will think they had such luck, having such a crazy Mummy!!

Until the next debacle.