My bad....

So whenever my sister Celia and I made out with someone in high school or college that we were embarassed about, we called it a "low pride night." I would like to say that neither one of us had too many of those, but, live and learn, right? Gotta kiss a few frogs to find your prince, right? At least that's what we tell ourselves.
Well, this past week I have had some "low pride" parenting moments....perhaps even bordering on neglectful. I know, shocking, right? I was really sick on Monday--I think I had my first migraine, so I was obviously not doing a stellar job of parenting that day, and the other days I don't really have an excuse. When Kate is at preschool, I have a tendency to let Ezra wander around downstairs by himself while I work out, shower, or clean the upstairs. If I don't hear him crying, I'm usually just grateful he's not whining at my feet. But lately, this has proven to maybe not be such a bright idea. Hence the few photos below......

So I secured him in his seat, and gave him a snack. Who knew he was going to wrangle his arm out of his sweatshirt like that? Perhaps he was trying to make a fashion statement with that off-the-shoulder look. But no harm, right?



But this next incident I actually feel pretty bad about. I was dozing in and out on Monday morning (migraine, remember?)and I woke up and I didn't hear Ezra downstairs. So I came downstairs to check on him and I found him like this.



He had found a binky somewhere, and then pulled that brown throw off the couch, which is the same Barefoot Dreams blanket that he has in his crib. So he just fell asleep....like, well, if nobody cares about me, I might as well just lay down and take a nap. I was recounting this story to my mom on the phone, and I said, "So Ezra was downstairs by himself" and she interrupted me to say in clear disdain, "He was downstairs alone!". Umm, yeah, mom, and that isn't even the sad part of this story! And the worst part? I was just relieved he was safe so I just went back up to bed! The next time I woke up I hurried back downstairs once again to see where he was, and he was out in the garage pushing an umbrella stroller around. Seriously, someone is going to call DFS on me! But I'll just keep tossing the word migraine out there in an effort to rationalize my poor parenting choices.

And finally, this just happened this morning (clearly I'm a slow learner). I was working out in my room (I record some lifting programs off of Fit TV) and I was wrapping it up when Sara called me. I told her that Ez was downstairs, yet again, unattended to and she said, "Oh, that's brave." Why is that brave? What could my darling boy possibly be doing? Oh wait, total mischief!!



Mind you that box of "Marshmallow Treasure Oats" (Target brand y'all) was up on the kitchen table from breakfast! How he managed to get it down, pull out the plastic bag, and dump it all out is beyond me! But look at that face...."Don't worry mom, I got my own snack--things are totally under control down here! And all of this marshmallowey deliciousness is the best!" Because don't worry, Ez is no fool-he picks through for the marshmallows, like all kids do. But what a mess--the camera didn't capture all that fine, bottom-of-the-bag-cereal dust that was ground into my carpet! And finally, the icing on my "crappy parent of the week" cake was that the Sesame Street I had started for him on the DVR had ended, so it had jumped to live tv.....so poor little Ezzie Bear was sitting there eating straight sugar, watching....Jerry Springer. Lol! I know, like I said, low pride moment!!

But if I'm being totally honest, this post hasn't even shamed me into promising that I am never going to let Ezra play downstairs alone anymore....how's a gal supposed to get anything done?! But I guess I should probably check on him more often. :)