parenting = fail.

Mr. Perfect and I had an epic parenting fail the other day.

I knew it was coming, but it still sucked.

It was actually my second one. But whose counting??

One morning, I got the bright idea to try and trim BG's fingernails real quick before I took her to the sitter. This was months ago. I now know to only do her nails when she's asleep or eating.

But it took me practically cutting off her finger to learn that.

Okay, so it wasn't that bad.

Basically I got the end of her finger in the clippers and chopped the skin off.

She didn't even realize it. She sat there in her car seat just looking at me with those big blue eyes as her finger bled all over the place.

I'm not kidding y'all. It would not quit bleeding.

I lost it. I could not quit crying. I went to the back and woke up Mr. Perfect. She still had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't even look at her. I might as well have cut off her arm for as bad as I felt.

So new parents that we were, we decided to stick a bandaid on her finger. On the tip. A regular bandaid.

Does anyone see where I'm going with this?

By the time I got to the sitter, there was no longer a bandaid. Her finger had quit bleeding though thanks to the fact that it was in her mouth.

Oh. good. gracious. Now I've lost the freakin' bandaid.

Thankfully I found it in the bottom of her carseat. After many, many more tears.

After that, we were doing very well for a while. No big mishaps to report. I was starting to think "Hey, we kind of rock at this!".

Bahahaha.

We bought BG a duck tub a while ago that she loves. But for the longest time, it was still too big for her. When she got to the point where she was flailing about in the tub and trying to play, but still couldn't sit up on her own, it became quite an adventure to bathe her.

One night, Mr. Perfect was bathing her and all of sudden, whoop, feet went flying and she went under.

Y'all. I was horrified.

He had her up in two seconds, but she was pissed.

I sat in the back with my hands over my mouth. She was fine and he hadn't taken his hands off of her, she just, slipped.

But I sat behind him in the bathroom all Smug Mama thinking "that would never happen to me...".

So the next night, I gave her a bath since Mr. P had to work late. We're hanging out chilling in the tub and she's leaning over reaching for one of her duck toys.

She's reaching, she's reaching...

Then I realized that my hand I have on her back to support her, is now literally holding her face. in. the. water.

What the crap?!?!

She bent over so far that she put her face in the water. She came up pissed.

I would be pissed too. Her parents tried to break her two nights in a row. What is wrong with us?!?

So neither time was really bad (please don't call child protective services, I swear she's fine!), but they horrified us. I never want this little one to get hurt.

It's a good thing these little babes are so tough.

It's also a good thing that we get a little better at this parenting thing each day. For BG's sake.