This morning I got Avery and Braden ready and told Avery I would be right back. I ran to get my makeup and clothes on because we needed to run some errands.
Braden was laying on the floor where I changed his diaper and Avery was playing like she was tickling him when I left the room.
Suddenly I heard Braden's hurt cry and sprinted back to the living room. Avery looked scared too and I think I yelled, "what did you do to him?!" Then of course she started crying and was terrified.
I couldn't get Braden to calm down like he normally does when I pick him up so I kept asking Avery what she did so I could look at him and know where to check. I saw his bumpo chair and thought maybe she dropped it on him.
Then I realized when I picked him up, he was not where I had left him. He's a big boy, but I'm pretty sure he hasn't learned to crawl or roll to the middle of the floor all by himself. Avery was so upset and scared and brought the chair to me and through tears cried, "here's his chair..I'm so sorry!"
I heard he was getting fussy before the chaos started, so I assume she was trying to help calm him down by putting him in a different seat. She pays attention to what Kenny and I do when he gets fussy, and was just trying to help me out. We talked a long time about what things she can and can't do to help when I'm not around so Braden wouldn't get hurt. She said that she wouldn't want to hurt Braden ever. My sweet girl.
I wish I hadn't overreacted and hollared because then both of my kids were scared.
Life has gone on and we're all still alive. They probably don't even remember it, but for about two minutes both of my babies needed to be held, and I had to choose which one it would be.