Helicopter Mom to the Rescue! (Sort of)

 Have you heard of helicopter moms?  Those moms who can’t seem to stop hovering over their little ones, worrying and fussing and doing everything for them?  I would say that when I get worried about my kids having an accident I am like a helicopter mom to the nth degree.  I am a neurotic psycho. 

If most helicopter moms look like this:

Then I look like this:

My neurotic concern over safety has actually led me to some rather embarrassing moments. 

Want to hear one?  I am starting to laugh just thinking about it… heh  heh heh

So, my dear husband has a church meeting one night a week in our living room.  He and 3 or 4 other guys sit up there, planning stuff, and I try to keep the little girls downstairs, quiet, and out of the way.  This usually works out perfectly fine thanks to Netflix.  🙂  However, the other day, the meeting ran a little long and I decided to bring the girls upstairs to have their night-night treat and scripture read in the kitchen before the guys were actually gone. 

Everything was going along fine, we were reading scriptures and munching away on a little treat, until Miss 2 started horsing around in her booster chair.  She was flinging things around and acting crazy.  Her sippy cup went flying off the table.  Before I could stop her, she reached down to get it and fell out of her  chair, smack, right on the top of her head!

Of course I went into super, overdrive, she’s-probably-just-broken-her-neck, panic.  Of course I did.  I shrieked (very loudly) for my husband to come get the baby.  Then I saw Miss 2’s face.  “She’s covered in blood!”  I yelled.  I heard all the men in the living room gasp and my husband came running in.

Then Miss 2 stood up and I got a better look at her. 

“Oh, it’s chocolate,” I said.  heh, heh, heh.  Oops. 

(To their credit, I did not hear any laughter from the men in the living room.)