To prove to you that I just might be the best mom in the world...I present to you this little story...
I was about to pull out of my parking spot at the YMCA yesterday, when I heard,
That would be my eldest daughter. Because I'm a complete idiot, I forgot to buckle her into her carseat and she fell onto the floorboard of the car. And she cried and cried. And I consoled (and laughed, and cried) and consoled (and laughed, and cried).
It's one of those things that is not funny (actually, a little terrifying), but totally funny at the same time. Like seeing someone trip and fall. Except that it's your daughter, and I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to laugh at the image of your daughter tumbling from the safety of her carseat.
Here are a few pictures of my girl back in the day.
When she still had faith in me.
Faith that I would at least buckle her into her carseat.
And here's the scene from today. A little wary.
A little scared that she might, at any moment, plummet into the floorboard.
And I'm sure that you're not supposed to laugh at this, but that's just what I'm doing. Because in spite of it being a little scary, it was really, really funny. And because if I don't laugh about it, I will cry. And one more Lashley girl in tears is the last thing we need at our house.
I leave you with a picture of my little peanut. She's happy and content. She's buckled into her carseat. She's obviously yet to experience the ineptness of her mom. But she needn't worry. I'm sure she'll experience it soon enough.
*Post disclaimer: I realize that this could have ended a lot worse than it did. My daughters' safety is of the utmost importance to me. As if that's not totally obvious by this post. I'm taking it as a little wake-up call. I obviously need to slow down a little bit. So that's just what I'm doing. Being extra careful and realizing that I don't need to be in such a rush. My daughters are thanking me as I speak. Or blog. Whatever.