There are plenty of things that I wish I could take back, or rewind time so that B wouldn't get a boo boo. But there's one moment so far that I can pinpoint that I can say "yep, that's a whoopsie. Right around the time we switched from the baby bathtub to the big boy tub, we had some issues with Brayden standing up in the tub. Obviously this is not a good thing, and one fall was all it took for me to be serious about disciplining if he stood up for even a second. On one particular night Drew and I were both in the bathroom. Brayden kept wanting to stand, but I kept moving him back to his bottom. After about the 3rd time of doing it though, I decided he needed more than a verbal reprimand. So I swatted his bottom. He was startled by the swat, and immediately fell back on his bottom. Problem is, there was a plastic toy-- a hard plastic toy mind you-- right underneath where he landed. He started screaming, and I couldn't figure out why. Thankfully Drew was with me so I had a witness that I didn't swat him that hard. Then we realized it. Poor guy had landed on his jewels and was screaming out of ball bustin' terror. Drew immediately consoled him, and also let him know it wouldn't be the last time it would happen. I felt so bad-- and thankfully Drew was there, because I never would have guessed that that was why he was crying... girls just don't think about that kind of stuff! And that was my first big "whoopsie" of being a boy mom.
israel; the start. Pre-pandemic
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