Oops...

....we had a little accident yesterday. We haven't had one in ages and I think T and I were both starting to get over confident. Nothing quite as humbling as headbutting the floor.

To set the scene, T is only allowed in the bedroom accompanied by an adult. Yes that normally means K or myself as we are classed as the adults in the house even if we don't act that way sometimes! When we open the bedroom door he always makes a dash for it, eyes alight, wondering what goodies he might get his hands on today.

If you are trying to get changed you can only really oversee the situation rather than micro manage. This was one of those occasions. T runs around the bedroom in circles keeping one eye on the adult the other on any potential items. He thinks the trick is to keep moving, less chance of being captured and losing his loot.

Bottle of moisturising cream score 1! One of my hair clips score 2! Run, run, run. We both saw it coming but there was nothing I could do; one of those slow motion moments. T could have stopped it but he was so excited to get bedroom booty he forgot the golden rule - If you are falling drop everything and put your hands out.

BANG. He landed on his head on the wooden floor. I hate when he cries so hard he almost forgets to breathe :( We had a cuddle and pretty soon he had spotted some more potential booty. Oooo he said and I knew then he was going to be OK.
He didn't get an egg this time at least. We were off out so that was probably a good thing as someone is always quick to point out the obvious with an underlying 'you are a bad mother' tone

"That poor child, he has a lump on his head" [insert look here]

What I would love to say

Really, you don't say.... or
Hid dad and I have one too, look can you see it....? or
Na No Na No (whilst twisting my ears)....

They don't always get my English sense of humour in New York though so I find it best to keep my mouth shut and explain that he fell. Maybe one day....