The truth about life with a 12-month old
At 7 in the morning, I was cleaning up pieces of a broken bowl after Baby Girl had thrown it on the floor. At 11, I was pulling a blue, plastic piece from a toy out of Baby Girl’s mouth.
At 2, I was soothing Baby Girl after she slipped when trying to climb on her walker, and at 2.30 I was soothing Baby Girl again after the guitar she was playing with hit her head.
It was just another day in my new life, constantly dealing with accident-prevention.
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