I unloaded the dishwasher while Kate crawled around on the kitchen floor banging on various things. (Currently her favorite thing to bang on is the side of the oven.) I turned around for just a few seconds to put some bowls and cups away and when I turned back around this is what I saw:
(Extra bulky baby booty brought to you by pre-fold cloth diapers.)
Since when can she do this!?! Where do I sign up to implant eyes in the back of my head? Clearly, that is something I lack. I thought all mothers come by it automatically.
My mother's generation of parents probably would have whisked right over and plopped the baby back down to safety. What do I do? Grab for my camera that is rarely ever more than an arm's reach away, of course. THEN put the baby back on the floor.