Fall-time reruns…

Do You Remember 3/20

Funny memory,

            I think all parents can relate to having at least one experience, where the distressed cry of your child causes you to drop everything and come running! Once there, you discover your tiny human overreacting to something minor, as if it were a natural disaster. To them the world and its struggles seem so big and often scary; causing our wee ones distress that only a parent can make all better!

This is where I found myself one summer afternoon, when my middle daughter was about 18 months old. Afterwards, I did what any good parent would do… I made sure to write the memory down in great detail, so as to repeatedly remind my daughter of the incident, for the rest of her life.

To Babybug,

I could hear your angry screams coming from the bedroom.  I dropped everything and headed towards the crying. 

As I entered your room, I stopped short when I saw you.  There you were, with angry tears streaming down your face and arms outstretched toward me.

You were wedged butt first in the little chimney of your doll house. 

Chubby little baby butt cheeks peeked out of all of the windows.  I had to leave your sister with you while I ran next door to get our neighbor.  I fully intended to have him help me free you, but for what felt like five minutes, we both laughed uncontrollably.

After somewhat controlling his laughter, my neighbor had to literally split the dollhouse in half, so as not to pinch your little butt cheeks, while I pulled you up and out. 

I think you were more upset and offended at my laughing, than you were about being stuck, or that we destroyed your dollhouse. 

Love Mom