unless you find your baby dangling from the bottom of his stroller, looking up at you with his head on the seat and his feet dangling on the hardwood floor. Apparently "dunce" moments don't just happen at home. Really, this is something that would only happen to me.
Justin and I were shopping at the mall and he decided to try on some jeans. I had been holding Houston because he was a bit antsy (my baby? nahhh) and Justin had been pushing his stroller. Naturally, it's nearly impossible to hold a wiggle worm and push a stroller, so I bribed him back into his seat with some puffs (God and Gerber's greatest contribution to baby food). Justin would only be in the changing room for a few minutes, I figured, and Houston was so squirmy and agitated, I consciously decided NOT to buckle him in to his stroller. It's not like I forgot, I just was lazy and irritated.
So we were browsing in a little nook, waiting for Justin, when I looked down and saw Houston sink, quickly, out through the bottom of his highchair. I literally threw the shirt I was looking at, and dropped a rather loud F bomb in the process, running around the stroller like it was a game of duck, duck goose. He was at such an awkward angle (kind of like a backwards L?) that I couldn't lift him by the armpits. I had to find his chunky butt and push him back up through the stroller into a sitting position. He never cried or anything, just looked at me like, wtf, mom?
I'm pretty confident that no one else witnessed my 10 seconds of public humiliation/bad parenting, but I learned my lesson - no matter what, buckle in the baby.
"This was back in the day, when my mom cared about me and my safety." ~Houston
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