One of those nasty Not-my-proudest-mommy moments.

So today, I had one of my not-so-proud mommy moments. I hate those.

My son (who will be two in a week! I can't believe it!) has been a pistol since last night. He has been in a really good mood, very spirited, but he has been into everything he knows he isn't supposed to be and has been doing everything he knows he isn't supposed to do.

For instance, spraying the walls and cabinetry with water, he dumped out half a bag of Veggie Booty on the den carpet this morning, crawling into the dryer, throwing his milk at me, pulling items out of the freezer onto the kitchen floor, throwing his shampoo in the toilet, etc. He has also been super sweet, though, doing things like kissing my knee when I bumped it on the door frame, helping me clean up milk spills with a towel, giving out lots of hugs and kisses, laughing hysterically when we play, etc.

So, this morning, I found an icky black cricket in his toy box. I took it to the front door to put it outside, and just as I thought he would, my son tried to escape out the front door. He loooooves to be outside, but with the last few days being 100 degrees, I can't take the heat in this 35-weeks-along-pregnant body. I overheat and get dehydrated VERY quickly.

As the cricket hopped away, I shut the screen door and my son started crying. I thought he was crying because I wouldn't let him go outside, so I held the screen door shut. Little did I know, he was actually crying because I had shut all four of his little fingers in the hinge side of the door.

As soon as I realized what happened, I opened the door and pulled him to me. Naturally, he was screaming! I felt like the worst mommy in the whole world. I held him tight while he cried and he held his fingers up to my mouth for "magic kisses" to make it all better.

His fingers were red, but no cuts or bruises or breaks, thank goodness. I let him pick out his own lunch because I felt so bad and he picked out a popsicle, some bunny crackers, and a fruit and grain bar. Not the healthiest lunch, but the popsicle made him smile again. Every minute or so, he would hold his fingers up to me again to kiss and make better. It was so sweet and just made my heart ache.

Afterwards, he cuddled up on the couch with his Star Wars sheets and his blanket to watch Sesame Street.

He is never too hurt to smile, though! He loves getting his picture taken - he is a big ham! - and in the next two pictures, he is saying, "Cheeeeeeeese!"

Some days I just want to eat him up, he's so stinkin' cute! It kills me!

I know as mommies, we all have days like this, but the last thing a mommy ever wants to do is hurt her baby in any way. Even though his fingers are fine, I hate that I made him cry because I didn't check before I closed the door. He is always sticking his hands in door frames and I know better than to not make sure they are out of harm's way. I hate it when I have to learn a lesson at my son's expense.

Sorry, buddy. I love you.