I need eyes in the back of my head...

There is a lot I could share on this post, how Kyle refused to sleep the entire flight home from VA, how all we did this week was play and I just unpacked from the holidays this evening, how I've got the worst mom of the weekend award all sealed up!

So, Kyle and I are packed up and at the airport to come home from VA. I tell him "Kyle, we're going home to see daddy today!" and he is really excited. Turns out he was so excited that he decided not to sleep until he saw daddy when we got off the plane in AZ; yep, hopped in Kevin's arms and was fast asleep before we stepped off the escalator on our way down to baggage claim. Let me tell you, that was one very long trip home!

Then there was the rearranging of Kyle's room so we could fit all of his new toys and clothes in there. We both agreed that playing in his bedroom was much more fun than unpacking the suitcase and car seat bag from our trip, so that's what we did all week, played! We slam dunked every single ball he owns in his new basketball hoop, laid on the pillows by his bed (in case he falls off while sleeping) and read lots of books over and over again, filled his dump truck with blocks/stuffed animals/balls/books/DVDs then dumped them out and refilled it again, pushed pacifiers through the hand holds on his seasaw/rocker then flipped it over to find them, we pushed his new toy bins around the house making motor sounds like they were cars, and of course had to take the tricycle out to the parking lot just about everyday to push it around while Kyle wore his helmet. I truly believe I have the best job in the world!

Of course, sometimes I could be a little more vigilant in my line of work. Take for instance Friday morning; I was packing up the diaper bag and letting Kyle play with his infant medication bottles: he likes to take them all out of the ziploc bag and then put them back in. Completely harmless...usually. So I finish packing the bag, look up, and the infant ibuprofen bottle is just coming down from junior's lips, with the lid off! Thank goodness, the night before I'd hardly been able to get a full dose out when he was teething, but still, not a good sign that he can get the lid off and drink it! I replaced all the meds, tasted a drip coming down from his chin, and sure enough it was ibuprofen.

Then there was the little foray in to mommy and daddy's bedroom while I tried to find something, Kyle took a dime and two pennys off of my nightstand. Usually, these find there way to the piggy bank. However, by the time I turned around Kyle was moving his mouth funny and there was only a dime in his hand. I did the finger sweep, but nothing. After calling the doctor and learning those pennies should come out the other end in a couple weeks (assuming he actually ate them), I called Kevin for the second time that day to let him know our son had once again briefly been in harm's way, but should survive just fine, again.

Saturday found me at home with Kyle once again, since Kevin had a road ride in Casa Grande. While talking on the phone with Granny, I notice Kyle chewing on huge sewing needles/pins. I quickly hang up and upon further examination discover that the homemade ornaments we received in the mail just two days before were not as baby safe as I first determined. They were made with huge pins and small beads that very easily pull apart. Thankfully, no harm done there.

And today, Sunday, I pinched the little sweethearts chin while trying to do the clip on his helmet so we could go push the tricycle around the parking lot. So I'm nominating myself this weekend, for worst mom in the last 72 hours. Here's to lessons learned and a new appreciation for toddler vigilance.