My 22 month old son fell out the kitchen window yesterday.
Our air conditioner is broken. Well, even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have it on right now because it’s finally winter in Florida so that means the highs are in the mid-70s lately. Yahoo!
Anyway. He was eating lunch, standing in his chair, leaning against the screen, and all of a sudden he disappeared. My daughter, who is 3 1/2, made some awful noises and cried and screamed and made more awful noises. She was beside herself. Maybe she was choking? I don’t know. Awful noises came from her face though.
I ran over, looked out, he was lying on his back between the house and the bushes. I leaned out, grabbed him, started to pull him in the house and…
*I want to stop here because this is where I become worse than just bad and become baddest mom*
…smacked his head on the window frame. He was already crying. Now he is screaming and his lips are turning purple.
It’s ok to laugh now because he escaped any serious injury. Just a couple scratches on his knee, and thanks to good ol’ mom, a bump on his head.
Bad Bad Heidi Lyn Baddest Mom in the whole darn town
Badder than old King Kong — Meaner than a junkyard dog
How will my kids ever make it to adulthood? Lots O’ Prayer!!
PS: Please don’t call Children’s Services. Seriously. He’s fine.