And the Winner Is . . .

Today has been a wild one around here. We began our day with my acceptance of the "Bad Mommy of the Week" Award, after Master attempted to pull himself up on our step ladder and ended up pinned beneath it on the floor. He cried vociferously for a few minutes while I tried to ascertain if there were any broken bones, and then he started laughing at his sister, much to my relief. The little guy has just started to crawl on his hand and knees, rather than army-crawl style, and, man, is he *fast*. He now has some bruising on his face, and he just seemed to keep bonking his little injury repeatedly throughout the rest of the day. This is my second time winning this prestigious award . . . the first time being when Miss rolled off of our bed and onto the hardwood floor at the age of 5 months.

Our exciting day continued with an episode of the ongoing saga "Nap Wars." Miss flatly refused to take her nap today, even though she seemed quite tired. This was especially frustrating because we were expecting company this evening, and I had a feeling that the no-nap factor would lead to some *interesting* interaction with our dinner guests.

As it turned out, we had a very nice evening with Mr.'s co-worker and his family. They had two adorable little boys, and we enjoyed lasagna and good conversation. We had a great deal in common, and it was nice to talk with some other people who are adjusting to life in a new state. Master was a tad fussy because of his difficult day, and Miss was full-on hysterical by the end of the night, but a good time was had by the adults, nonetheless.

I will now place my Bad Mommy sash in the bureau and head to bed, hopeful that it will be another few years before I have the honor of accepting this award again. Here's a look at Master and I, during happier times: