One of my mom's favorite things to tell me when I was a teenager, and criticizing her parenting skills, was "Unfortunately you didn't come with a training manual". And a few times she mentioned how she couldn't wait for the day that I had a kid of my own so that I would realize the truth of that statement. Well her wishes are finally being realized and even though Boston is less than a year old, I am already wishing there were such a manual because we have already had our fair share of parenting fails these past 8 months so here are some from our highlight reel.
- Boston loves his Ergo but I figured I would try to do the side carry during one of our walks since he was getting older and way more observant. I googled and found the official how to video which seemed easy enough. Wrong. Just look at this picture...
I am sure it is all user error but I doubt this is how it's supposed to work. And to make things worse, he decided to pee all over me right as we got down the street so after all the effort we had to cut things short and turn around. (And the pic below cracks me up because he looks scared out of his mind. Poor kid.)
- One night, after a few failed attempts to get Boston to fall back asleep, I decided to ask D for some reinforcements. I was exhausted and losing my patience so I waved my white flag and surrendered the baby duties over to dad. D was great and pulled Boston's sleeper over to his side of the bed and tried rocking him and pacifying him with a soothie. Nothing was working and D couldn't figure out why Boston wouldn't take the pacifier so he got his iPhone and turned on the flashlight. Turns out he had been trying to put the pacifier in Boston's eye and not his mouth. Yikes! He didn't want to freak me out so quietly he took B to the kitchen to examine him and make sure he hadn't hurt him. Well he hadn't, and being the thoughtful guy he is (not wanting to wake me), decided to not tell me until the next morning.
And my personal favorite....
- The first time we decided to use the bulb syringe was a disaster. Boston had a huge booger, which D couldn't stand to look at, so he decided he would take a stab at using the snot sucker. Like most babies, B hated it and was began crying. flailing. twisting, and turning which made the mission a little more difficult. I swear using one of those things feels like playing a game of Operation in an earthquake. Well just as D was about to celebrate his victory in snatching up the boog, he accidentally released the suction and the booger dropped right in B's mouth. You would have though D was in elementary school all over again because he kept yelling "Ew! Ew! Summer get it! Get It!" Thankfully I was able to retrieve it for the second time but it was a mess of a few minutes.
We make one heckuva team I tell ya. And if anyone finds one of those training manuals, feel free to send it our way. Happy HumpDay!