Yes, that's right. As I'm sitting here messaging my bff I'm listen to the sounds of Emma, who's 1, play with my crochet needles. OK, I guess the correct term is crochet *hooks*, but then the titled wouldn't have been so attention grabbing, would it?
I also let her climb stairs... it's her *most* favorite pastime! The bad thing about it is that if I'm not on my toes, she is up the stairs in a flash without me! She has fallen on them at least twice. She's flipped out of her swing more than once, too. I let her wrestle with the dogs.
Why am I tattling on myself? I dunno. *shrug* I just have a hard time denying her these simple little pleasures while I can still watch over her. Brooklyn is living proof - blatant and in my face - that they're not going to be babies forever! There are so many harder, more difficult battles that lay ahead of us as parents that playing with a couple of needles - ok, hooks - doesn't seem so bad.
Whoever calls CPS is on my official Tired Mom hit list!!
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