I swear I never have time to update. P is constantly on the move. As I type this I am watching her walk back and forth back and forth across the room. She loves to pick up everything she can find and walk around with it. She's carrying two stuffed elephants and a dog toy right now. bahaha. Crazy girl.
On Tuesday P went for her second flu shot. I didn't even know she had to have a booster shot for it. Someone mentioned it and I called the office and they said Oh yeah, she is supposed to come 4 weeks after the first one. Well that would have been nice to know. But apparently it is ok to go a little longer so she was fine. I had to take her alone and hold her down, I hated it but she was a trooper. The kid didn't even cry. She made a cry face and then I started talking to her and she she just started talking and smiling. She is much more brave than myself.
She has been my little christmas helper. We've been shopping a lot together and she's always so good. Not so much of a good helper when I am wrapping though. The tree and presents are now gated since she loves to rip off the bows and stomp on everything too. Whew.
The other day something horrible happened here and I didn't even want to talk about it but after I mentioned it to my mommy group and a ton of them had similar stories it made me feel less awful. I had taken P upstairs and had her in the bathroom with me. I opened the bathroom door and was dinking around and then realized I had forgot to close the gate at the top of the stairs. I was literally 3 steps from it and I turned around but it was too late, as I turned I saw P taking the step off. I think my heart stopped. It was seriously the worst moment of my life. BUT luckily she only fell about 5 steps and didn't hit the wall or banister and our stairs are carpeted. She did flip completely head over heels though and I just thought for sure that her neck was going to break. I lost it. I grabbed her up so fast and tried to check her over but she was grabbing on to me so tight I couldn't even pull her off. She calmed down in about 2 seconds and wanted her goldfish again. I think she was most upset that she dropped them when she fell. She didn't have a mark on her. Thank you Jesus. I can't get the image of her little scared face falling out of my head. It has haunted me since it happened. I hate it. I know that accidents happen and kids are tough but sweet baby jesus. I am sure I have grey hairs growing. I am just so angry with myself. I always check and double check the upstairs gate because I am terrified of her falling. All it takes is one time to forget. Blah.
Dustin was pretty hard on me about it but I reminded him of the time I saved P from going down the basement stairs when he left the door open. That shut him up. He had left the door open and I was in the other room doing things I looked and saw P taking the step off those stairs and I grabbed her before she fell. That probably would have been a worse outcome had she fallen down those stairs. Yikes.
In other news, that same night P fell and busted her head on the table. She just had a rough day I guess. I think for Christmas I should probably just get her a helmet.