The Players: A tear stained Mom, An uber-cool Dad and one unscathed Baby
The Setting: A living room in a NYC apartment
Mom: Stands up from love seat to grab a taco off coffee table, taking one step away from love seat.
Baby: Laying flat on her back on the floor
Mom: "What?" turning slowly to see baby, and realizes baby is not on the couch where she was last left.
Mom and Baby: "Waaaaaaaaah!"
Return to scene 5 minutes later, Mom is still sniffling and is cuddling her smiley happy baby.
Mom: "You were so calm. All you said was 'whoopsie'
Dad: "It was that or "Glad I'm not the first!"
Yeah, that totally just happened.
Aubrey is totally fine. Husband thinks I'm looney tunes since I cries louder, harder and longer than she did. I feel like the worst mother ever.
The space between the love seat and coffee table is like 12 inches. I stepped forward, not even away, like 6 inches forward and girlfriend manages to roll off the couch and onto the floor.