And the Mother of the Year Award goes to…
So far today I have found my 17-month-old baby:
a) at the top of our foyer stairwell, feet on the landing, head on the 2nd step down, one hand flailing, one hand holding on to the wall for dear life;
b) playing with husband’s razors (yes the caps were on, thank heavens!) in the master bathroom;
c) sitting in the middle of the kitchen table, hands full of markers and crayons.
And that was all before 2:30 pm.