Mother of the Year

As we were leaving soccer practice, Luke announces, "I have to pee-pee really bad!" and there's not a restroom to be found. I put Nate in his carseat, and pull Luke over to the side of the car. He's gonna discreetly pee on the side of the car. I'm helping him get his pants down when I hear THUD. Nate has fallen out of the carseat onto the sideboard of the car, face down, and then rolls out of the car onto the concrete.

My heart stopped.

The baby screamed.

Luke peed all over himself.

AYSO will probably not be nominating me for Soccer Mom of the Year.

So, Nathaniel made his first trip to the ER, with a black eye, facial bruise, and leg abrasion from hitting the sideboard, and a decent cut on the back of his head from the gravel on the concrete. He's fine, thank God. Me, not so fine.

Luke was not a daredevil- he was always cautious (still is), and now I am even more grateful for the security that gave me as an unknowing first time mom. I am discovering my second child is VERY different; from any location in the house, Nate can find an open toilet or the dog's water in under ten seconds. He twists and turns and writhes in every swing, highchair, stroller, and, as we have learned, carseat. Since he was crawling, standing, and cruising at six and a half months, he also has taken to CLIMBING rather quickly.

For the last seven months I have felt that having two children is a breeze. I'm sort of changing my view on that now that Nate is more mobile. So, please pray for us. Pray that I can learn to master the shoulder straps, avoid distractions, and keep the heart attacks at bay. Pray that Luke develops a bladder of steel, and Nate escapes babyhood in one piece. Amen.