Oh, Those False Alarms!

Every time I think I'll have time to blog, something comes up, but in the past few weeks, Michael has successfully mastered toddling. He embarked on his upright, hands-free adventures right after my husband and I returned from an enjoyable trip to NYC, and he's been increasing his endurance and momentum ever since!

Last weekend, I was craving something sinful for breakfast, so I grabbed a small bag of donuts including one red jelly-filled. I ate the jelly-filled donut in a napkin to catch the crumbs, and I also caught a big glop of red goo. Somehow I got distracted, and the napkin never quite made it to the garbage where it belonged. I forgot completely about it.

A few moments later, Michael approached me while I was sitting on the sofa. On his way over, he lost his balanced and bumped his head on the coffee table before doing one of his famous stunt rolls onto the floor. Tears ensued, Nani came over to check things out licking Michael's face thoroughly to help any of his wounds feel better, and from seemingly out of nowhere the napkin resurfaced. Nani had started to eat it, and alarmed, I grabbed it from her jaws.

I saw this mysterious bright red spot on the napkin and suddenly became frightened that he had seriously injured himself on the coffee table. I checked Michael from head to toe and saw no sign of an open wound. Still surprised and puzzled, I jogged my memory and solved my mini mystery.

Stupid jelly donut, or rather stupid mommy. That'll teach me to put my trash where it belongs!