Mason turned 15 months old yesterday. And I have not blogged since he was 8 months old. Thats almost half of his life in "not blogging". Needless to say there is no way I would ever be able to catch up...so I wont try. I loved reading some of my old posts....especially the one about how excited I was to give him stage 2 foods! haha. oh, the little things!
Tuesday night we had our first trip to the ER. Something that kept crossing my mind was "Am I really old enough to be bringing my kid to the ER?" Geesh. Yep, I guess I am. I have a wild, crazy, busy 15 month old who never ever sits still- ever. I'm sure this experience will probably be the first of many. I do hope my 'reaction' gets a little better before our next trip. This time...I put my face in my hands and seriously wished it would go away. Luckily Paula and Michael were with me so they took care of the blood and crying and comforting....while I sat there like a wussie. It is kind of similar to the time I started to the toaster on fire at work and almost burnt the place down- my reaction was NOT what I expected it would be. I can't believe I am failing all the expectations I had of myself. I have learned that I am not able to stay calm in high pressure moments. But, I need to learn. My mom assures me that Mason will have a broken bone before he is 2. crap. Can't wait to see how I react to that one......
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