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May 14, 2008

Somehow I think she'll survive

Bandaid So my mom called me at work yesterday to say that poor Mads had taken a tumble off of her stepstool and split her lip on the bathroom counter. I could hear her in the background, sadly begging grandma for cookies.

Betrayed by her beloved hot pink stepstool. It doesn’t get much worse than that.

Those are the times when it really sucks to be a working mom. Don’t get me wrong, normally I love it. But when you know that your baby is hurt or sad but have to wait until 5pm to comfort her you can’t help but feel pretty bad about it.

So I rushed right home after work, knowing that sometimes only mommy can make things better. Poor girl, she had a cut on her lip where she hit the counter, and one on the inside of her mouth where her teeth went through.

Sure enough, as soon as I got there, Mads pulled me into the bathroom and gave me a blow-by-blow description of what had happened. For someone who can only say two words at a time, she is quite the captivating storyteller.

Mads: “Brush teeth. Stepstool. Fall down. Cry.” (See what I mean? Pretty gripping stuff!)
Me: “Oh no, you fell down? Are you okay?”
Mads: “No.”
Me: “Do you want a big hug?”
Mads: “No. Bye Mommy.”

And off she went. Ah, it's always nice to know I'm needed.

An hour later I was working on dinner and she came running at full tilt into the kitchen.

Mads: “Cookie! Cookie!”
Me: “No cookies, Mads. It’s dinner time.”
Mads: “Cookie! Cookie? Peeees cookie?”
Me: “No, cookies are for dessert. We’re going to eat dinner first.”
Mads: “Mommy?” (voice wavering)

Then she pointed to her cut up lip and the corners of her little mouth turned down.

Dammit! Don't you just hate it when they fight dirty?

So we had cookies. Then dinner.

(Image from Photobucket)

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Aw, poor thing! And she plays you already - gotta love tht about toddlers - they are excellent mommy-readers (aka, they know how to really get us!)

Posted by: KnittyGritty | May 16, 2008 6:32:11 PM

hahaha. Sounds like you got yourself a little trickster. So what if dinner was spoiled! It was worth it, i think. I laughed so much with your post that I went and got my husband and read it to him. He thinks mads is funny too.

Posted by: michelle | May 18, 2008 9:29:17 PM

great stuff!!!

Posted by: teri stoddard | May 20, 2008 1:08:09 PM

You need to go camping it will be a blast! The worst age to camp is 1 yr when they are just starting to walk. When they get past that putting everything in their mouth stage it can be a lot of fun. Our 4th child just turned three and sounds a lot like your daughter. All the dirt cleans up as soon as you get home! And use lots of baby wipes.

Posted by: Stephanie | May 21, 2008 11:19:36 PM

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