Mother of the Year…
That would be Nolan, in his diaper, running around on the mini-bike track. Now, that in itself, isn’t so horrible. The fact that it was less than 40 degrees though, well, it’s probably not up there on the great parenting tips.
But really, that’s chump change compared to what happened later. Nolan was out exploring with the dogs (Hannah never leaves his side when they’re outside, she’s a very good mother hen) and I ran inside to change Cooper’s diaper. I go back outside to look for Nolan and I can’t find him anywhere. I see the dogs, but no Nolan. So I call for him and there’s no answer. I yell at Hannah to find Nolan – she won’t move. I call her to come to me, and again, she won’t move. And still, no sign of Nolan. After a few seconds of panic, I see his little face. He was right there, next to Hannah, the whole time. Thanks to his lovely camo sweats and brown hair, I couldn’t see the kid until he turned around to face me. Thank goodness he didn’t have his face painted!
So, moral of the story (in my world anyhow), don’t let your kid explore in the field with the dogs while wearing camo. Or, at least make him wear a hunter’s orange hat! And always trust the dog – she knew right where he was and she wasn’t going to leave her wing man.
And that, my friends, is one of the many reasons why I will never be considered for Mother of the year. =)