My friend Amy had a random drawing on her blog to pick 3 people to pay it forward to (because she won on another friends blog...see the cycle?) Guess what? I won…I never win so I am pumped and excited to see what creative thing Amy is going to send me! Stay posted!! I'm so excited to get to pay it forward to 3 lucky people. The rules? Okay they aren’t rules-just a few things before we begin…
1- If you would like to participate but can’t pay it forward if you win-please enter anyway! This will be a fun contest and I want to give you something!
2-Even if you live far, far away in Neverland, I will still mail you something and I am going to try my darndest to make it good!
3-To enter yourself in the Pay it Forward Sweepstakes, simply leave a comment on this blog post. But here is the fun part: In your comment, you've got to tell me (and my blog readers) about your worst ‘mom moment’. We all have at least one…you know those moments when you think to yourself…”yeah, that’s gonna win me the mother of the year award!” And if you aren’t a mom, what about one of YOUR mom’s worst ‘mom moment’. Make it good people...and juicy.
4-Contest ends on Friday, May 16th at 12am Pacific Time.
Good luck! And may the worst mom (moment) win!
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Ok, here it goes. When Kennedi was about 2 years old, we bought a 4-wheeler. We went on a ride as a family before we got her a helmet (she was wearing her bike helmet though). We were climbing a hill that just kept getting steeper and steeper. Just as I was telling Shane that it was making me nervous, the 4-wheeler tipped back and threw me off the back. As I was sliding down the hill a little ways, the only thing I could think of was KENNEDI. I could just picture that huge 4-wheeler rolling on and crushing my precious 2-year-old. I stood up as fast as I could, and saw Shane standing, still holding on the handle bars and the 4-wheeler was standing on it's rear wheels, he was trying to get it from tippping back and rolling down the hill. I looked around and Kennedi was on the ground. I picked her up to find she landed in cactus!! luckily it only got in her shirt. We ended up with just minor scrapes....but man, did I feel like the worst mom ever for letting that happen, because it could have been so much worse. (Shane felt HORRIBLE too).
Oh, this is easy. When Aron was about 11 months old I took him to the "Dinosaur Park" up at 215 and...what was that..Jones? (didn't take me long to forget my LV street names!) We had a great play-date with some other moms and while I was loading things back in the car, I put Aron in his seat and gave him my keys to play with. He, of course pushed the buttons and locked the doors. I didn't realize this when I closed the back gate after loading the stroller. Yep, he was locked in. Luckily I had my cell phone in my pocket and called Rudy. He made it up there from Summerlin in less than 20 minutes. I had called a few locksmith companies while waiting for Rudy, but they gave me 30 minute+ estimates. It was October, so at least he wasn't baking. But he was scared and sobbing-so confused as to why Mommy wasn't getting in the car or getting him out! I felt awful and when Rudy arrived and unlocked my car, I just wept and held him for about half an hour before we went home. I pray that never happens to anyone else! It is the worst feeling in the world!
Man, this hard! Mostly because there are too many of those moments around here :-) The one that's coming to my mind is when I put Tyler in his car seat to drive somewhere, I hopped in the front, and suddenly I hear him say, "I want to get strapped in". I totally forgot to buckle him into the seat! Okay, I know there's one that's worse but that was the one that came to my mind first so that's all you get :-)
Can I name a 'dad' moment? When Tyler was about 10 months old, Karl was rocking out at Guitar Hero (I was at a jewelry party) and heard a huge crash! Tyler had slipped away and totally fell down the stairs :-) Oh, and that happened twice. Karl is now grounded from Guitar Hero while watching Tyler :-)
I don't know how many times I have put my baby in their baby carrier, stuck them in the base and when I got to my destination realized I never buckled them in! I know i have better, ones, just none come to mind right now.
My mom had 6 kids 10 and under, my dad was the bishop and she left church only to realize when she got home that she left my brother who was 5 at the church! She went back to pick him up and he was outside crying.
I was at the mall one time with the three girls and Meg wanted a swimsuit. I told her she couldn't have it so she pitched a fit and went around the corner. I didn't chase her because I figured she would be right back. She didn't. I went around the corner and she wasn't there. We couldn't find her and the best part is I saw this lady and yelled "help me I can't find my baby" . My older girls still like to reinact this moment. Then we heard her crying and she was around in the next department crying. Good job on me not chasing her immediately I know.
My mom left the car running when I was about 2 while she ran in to my across the street neighbors house. Of course there were no car seats then so I jumped over the seat and put the car in reverse and backed it into our tree across the cul-de-sac. When my mom came out she saw the car had crashed into the tree and I had a fat lip. Aren't we glad there are car seats now?
Okay, so seriously, I go through spurts of "Mother of the Year" (NOT) moments. In the last week I seem to have run up a few lovely things. I have to say the worst things have happened while getting Zack into his carseat of all things! Firstly, I was putting him in hi seat and somehow my fingernail got his cheek and he had a HUGE gouge on the bottom of his cheek! A few times I have bonked his head on the car roof while putting him in the car. (I am still not used to the new car- I have hit my head as well... LOL) THEN, today I accidentally hit his head with the car door when I was opening it. Now to defend myself, I did tell him to watch his head today. He happened to move towards me quickly instead of watching out. LOL Poor Zack is always at my heels and I swear he gets elbowed in the head at least a few times a week. Isn't that awful?
You saw my flashback Friday:)
As for my mom, she left my sister at the park not because she forgot but she did it on purpose. My sister didn't want to leave when my mom said it was time to go. So my mom left and drove away (really just a circle around the park). What my mom didn't realize is that the park was right next to the police station and my sister took advantage of it. As soon as my mom left she went to the police station and told the police officer my mom left her. My mom felt SOOO emberassed when she had to explain herself to the police officer!
Okay, after reading some, I feel awful about this one. Being a first time mom I felt like I somehow knew what I was doing with Bryce when he was about 8 months old. I was changing his diaper on the changing table and turned to throw the stinky diaper into the diaper pail. Turned back and by that time he had rolled off onto the floor and then started to scream. I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do by that time. He seemed to be okay after holding him for a while. But wait, not so okay when I put him down. He tried to crawl which he could do really well by now. As soon as he tried to move his arms he would cry. Long story short I had to take him to emergency room and he had a broken clavicle. Hmm, I don’t like this story even today. No more changing tables after they start rolling over for me. I feel like the worst mom ever.
Okay here's my worst mother moment. It's pretty bad. Many of you know that my daughter Tessa has Rett Syndrome. Which results in her having developmental delays and a whole list of other things. She can walk, but doesn't go up and down stairs and she doesn't talk. Well, one Saturday, when we were in our rental still, I like to leave the door open to let the air flow in. Knowing that Tessa does not go down steps I didn't think she could get out. I went upstairs for a sec to get something and left Tessa downstairs. The next thing I know I am standing on the landing at the top of the stairs looking out the window and I see this pink blur down the street. It was Tessa! She had stepped down out of the doorway walked down the driveway and onto the street. She was halfway down the block! I was freaking out. Oh yeah, she was also barefoot! I ran outside and chased after her, barefoot too. She is pretty fast once she gets going and she doesn't respond to simple directions like, 'no' and 'come here.' For those of you that know where our rental was, she was almost to Kathryn's house by the time I got her. Thank goodness there were no cars on the street (or child abductors). Man I felt horrible, I still haven't told Kevin. Hope he doesn't read this....
Hmmm-
I have repressed all of my bad moments-
I guess one bad one would be when our now 8 year old son was 13 months old he fell off a stool. He was crying really hard, and my husband said I think that his arm is broken. Me thinking that it wasn't started shaking the arm and saying "see it's not broken" to which the poor thing started crying even harder. I looked at it, and it did seem a little crooked. So off to the ER- and sure enough, BROKEN.
Bad, I felt horrible.
Okay, I too have to many worse mom moments including locking my 2 wk old baby in the car and various "roll/fall offs". But, I thought I would mention a recent one. At the time it was supposed to be a lesson but looking back it was pretty much an act of desperation. All of my children happen to be fit throwers and Hadden was having a "psychotic break" which started in Wal-Mart screaming because she wanted m&m's and she already picked a treat. You really have to picture this scream and tantrum. I was checking out and there was an old lady behind me using her cart to guard the m&m's and telling me "way to go for sticking to your guns," another person telling me good job "you have to pick your battles but make sure you win the ones you pick", and everyone else starring while I continued to block my child out and just hurry and pay. Out in the parking lot Hadden kept throwing a fit and I couldn't get her in the seat belt. I was helpless because I couldn't control her and I really wanted to just leave. I called Matt not because I expected him to do anything I just wanted him to hear her and I needed to talk to a human being since I was dealing with an extraterrestrial :) I tried to leave her outside of the car and lock the doors to let her know I was serious and would leave her but she went more nuts and hung on my door and I was afraid she would fall and hit her head so I tried to reason with her because I really had to go. I did manage to get her in her seat belt and proceeded to drive and she unbuckled her belt. It was an unsafe situation and she was still screaming so I had to follow through with what I had threatened the kids if they won't put there seat belts on. I pulled off on a dirt road and told them I had to leave them here and let their dad come back and get them because I can't drive unless they are buckled. So I got her out of the car still screaming and terrified that she was going to get left but not willing to simply quit crying and get in her seat belt. So I tried to leave her and run back to the car but I couldn't get to the car before her, she was right on my heels. I have to laugh now but I'm telling you this was the greatest fit of all time. Anyway she finally got the drift and promised to settle down and get in the car. We hugged and she fell asleep as soon as I started driving. After we got home I was trying to talk to her about getting that upset and asked her to say she was sorry and she said,"you need to be sorry for being mean". It was a tough lesson but we haven't had any problems since.
Well I don't know about bad but this one is just funny. My little girl Krissa was around 4 and started the habit of picking her nose and eating it. Well if you know krissa (which you don't) you know that she hates mayonaise. My hubby proceeded to tell krissa that if she ate boogers they would stay in her stomache and she would die unless she ate the costco size mayonaise afer eating a booger. Well my little girl is now almost 7 and hasn't eaten a booger one. Gross but true. Its amazing what kids will believe.
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