Bad parenting

We know that the super cool wall switches we installed to work the ceiling fan lights in the two smaller bedrooms upstairs have one quirk - if there is even a brief power outage or surge (enough to make the microwave clock lose what time it is, but not enough to affect much of anything else), the lights go on full blast in those rooms once normal power is restored. It happened the first time when Corey's Granny and Grandpa were visiting right after Charlotte was born, and it freaked us all out. In addition to that quirk, we know that when the power goes off, the monitor in Charlotte's room goes off, which causes the receiver in our room to beep because of a lost connection.

At about 5:00 a.m. this morning, the receiver started beeping. I woke up enough to turn it off, but not enough to put two and two together and realize that poor Charlotte was suddenly trying to sleep in a brightly-lit room. Neither of us can remember whether she fussed when it happened, but luckily she fell asleep until her normal waking time at 6:30 a.m. When Corey went in to get her out of her crib, he noticed the light was on. We felt terrible!

Later, as I was talking to my father on the phone and trying to get Charlotte's little sweatpants on, something felt wrong. I looked down and I had put both of her legs in the same leg of the pants and then pulled them all the way up to her waist. Did Charlotte protest? Not really. She was too busy trying to grab my Diet Coke.

We're pretty sure Charlotte is going to need a lot of therapy as a young adult. Sorry about that, kid. At least we haven't dropped you (though you have taken a few big spills off of things).