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What to do when you fail at gardening.

I admit it. Our first gardening attempt was a failure. Ok, maybe not a complete and total failure if the pictures I’ve posted are any indication but a failure in how we wanted it to be.

We were really interested in the container gardening. Just so we could start small and move the garden around as we worked on our backyard. Our yard is a mess, especially the porch area, so we really want to fix it up without having to worry that the spot we chose for our garden needs to be changed. The container garden was our solution for that.

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How to make a Hula Hoop Chandelier a Disaster

The other weekend I made a hula hoop light for our play room. It’s not meant to give off a lot of light, just a nice soft glow. A glow that will give that feel of enchantment and whimsy.

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Uh Oh – When babies fall out of bed

Here we go again….

We’ve all been there. All of us have done it. This just sucks when it’s your baby and it’s the middle of the night.

My baby love fell out of our bed Monday night.

FAIL – SLEEP FAIL (because I was sleeping.)

I suppose I should give you the full story. Not just the “middle of the night” quick version. So here goes…

We had some friends over, I had some wine, we went to bed, she fell out of bed, we got up.

There. Story over!

Oh man. You caught me at the wine. Full story was not disclosed. Can you tell I’m dragging this out?

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Uh Oh – A Momma’s Failure

WARNING – Momma Confession

This is, of course, not my first miss-hap/failure, it’s just the first one I’m airing. It definitely won’t be my last. Let’s face it. I have a baby that is new to walking and she’s going to get bumps and bruises as she learns how to do all these fun new things. My goal is to minimize the severity of those bumps and bruises.

My baby has fallen down our stairs. Twice.

There. I said it.

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Our Stairs

There is no excuse. We have baby gates up on all our stairs. She still fell. I feel absolutely horrible! The only thing I can do to console myself is to know that she wasn’t severely hurt.

The first time was on our indoor steps from our entry landing to the upstairs bedrooms. She was at the top and had gotten in front of me as I opened the gate. I looked back, just for a moment. The next thing I know I hear her tumbling down. She is fully capable of going down the stairs on her own in the belly scoot style but she wants to go down forward first so bad. Her excitement to go down must have trumped her sense of safety. I can only assume she attempted to take a step. Of course, she’s too small to make the step so down she went. Although she received a small bump on her forehead, she had no other ailments.

The second time was on the stairs from the living room to our outside porch. My husband was grilling up some dinner of steaks and bacon while I went between watching her and cooking onions and mushrooms to go with the steaks. She was doing so good staying on the top stair, standing or sitting. My husband kept her entertained. Well, he had gone inside to take the steaks in and I was just inside the door getting ready to grab her as it was now time to eat. I looked up at him to smile and heard her tumble. This time she ended up with some scrapes on her forehead and the tip of her nose. As I cleaned her up, I found some blood on her lip. She must have bitten her lip or tongue during her fall.

This little lady constantly amazes me. She is fearless! Everyday we go up and (attempt down) on our stairs. It is like she has completely forgotten that they can be dangerous, that they have caused her pain. I love watching her go up. My fear for her safety is what holds her back, not her own fear. This is probably the hardest part of being a momma. Setting my fear for my baby girl aside and letting her explore, learn and fly. It’s something that I hope will get easier. I have a feeling it will only get harder, though.