When I was pregnant with my fourth… yes, fourth… child, my friend, Mavis, sent me an email asking what I’d prefer as a gift: a Bumbo or a Hooter Hider. Yeah, that’s right. Having never heard of either one, even on the aforementioned fourth and although I had a pretty good guess to the latter, I had to Google. Here you go people- the hard work done for you… you know you want to check it out… it’s okay.
Anyway, I chose the Bumbo because like I said… the fourth… “hiding the hooters” not so important anymore. Well, shortly after I received my Bumbo it was all over the news in a recall. Apparently parents (horrible, irresponsible ones unlike me!) were placing these Bumbos on high countertops with their sweet cherubs inside and consequently when the child fell from such places, things like skull fractures were taking place. So, you could return your Bumbo to where you got it and they would then dutifully place a STICKER (yep, a sticker) on it for you to tell you not to do something stupid like that! Not needing a sticker reminder, I said to my husband something like, “kinda keep an eye on Tessa when the Bumbo is in the chair so we don’t fracture her skull.” You read right… I put it in the chair. Hey, it’s not the countertop!
Well, two nights ago at dinner she started really (and I mean reaallyyy) stretching way over so that you could see the bottom of her bum. Brent and I looked at each other and said, “Hmm… maybe we should start putting it on the floor.” Thankfully we did… because this morning she stretched herself right out of it and onto the bag of cereal she was so desperately trying to get… and that thankfully padded her landing.
Just another one of my “brilliant” parenting moments that really needs to be placed in the category- “Why they say parenting humbles you.”