While writing the previous post, I had the babies in the pack-n-play, which sits in the living room adjacent to the dining-room computer station. Now, I lowered the crib mattresses last week, incurring my ACL injury in the process, but somehow it had not occurred to me to also lower the pack-n-play, which was still set at the halfway bassinet height. (We have a basic pack-n-play, not the twin-bassinet version, and we just reinforced the bassinet to make it strong enough to hold both babies' weights.)
So, I look over at the pack-n-play, and guess who has demonstrated yet another new skill by PULLING HERSELF UP on the corner of the thing? Claire, that's who, oh-so-proud of herself and grinning like a fool at her criminally negligent mother.
Y'all, I nearly fainted. The railing was only at about waist height for her, and another thirty seconds and she would have been over the side and onto the hardwood floor three feet below. I moved faster than I thought possible, about fell down when I forgot that my knee still won't bear much weight, and rescued her before she could take a header. I snatched her up and kissed her, and then I set her down on the floor while I lowered the pack-n-play. And yeah, I might possibly have smacked myself in the forehead a couple times, and berated myself for being such a stupid, foolish, child-endangering, WORST-MOTHER-EVER, boneheaded idiot.
So, today's score:
Claire: 1, for learning to stand
Mama: NEGATIVE INFINITY, see previous re: boneheaded idiot
Babies-R-Us: $100, for all the money I'm fixing to go spend on childproofing stuff