confessions of an unfit mother

If you happen to be a social worker or otherwise employed by DCFS I ask that you not read this week's post, I don't have time for the investigation that you would undoubtably have to open after reading it, thank you. Now for the rest of you, I will begin 9 months ago just before Johnny's birth. We had recieved a baby seat by Bumbo as a gift. I was thrilled. I had been wanting one and hadn't gotten around to purchasing one. I receive a monthly email detailing recalls for baby and children's products. That month's email mentioned that there was a recall on Bumbos. I went to the website only to find that it was what I call a "Darwin recall". They were being recalled because people were leaving their children on counters and then walking away. Their babies were then wiggling their way out of the seat and falling off the counter and sustaining head injuries. The company would send you a sticker to put on your seat reminding you not leave your child in high places and walk away. Fast forward 9 months. Johnny is now 8 1/2 months old. He is tiny. He just broke 15 lbs and is still far too small to use the high chair that we originally bought for his brother. We have been using the Bumbo seat with it's accompanying tray to feed the poor child. I usually set it on our kitchen island and stand nearby to feed him. In the last few weeks he has started to feed himself. I put cheerios or something on the tray and off he goes. I do feel the need to state that I have never left the room, but I have a large kitchen and have taken to wandering around getting things done while he eats. Herein lies my mistake. Yesterday morning he was sitting in his seat happily eating his morning banana. I walked across the room to check my email on the laptop. Suddenly Tommy yelled at the top of his voice, "Mommy, look at Johnny!" I did. He had somehow knocked the tray off and was completely out of the seat. He was lying on the counter on his belly grinning at me with all of his might, his bottom half supported by nothing but air. I was across the room in a second and rescued the little monster before disaster struck. I will be purchasing a new high chair better suited for his tiny highness today and the Bumbo has been relagated to the storage room. Darwin, indeed.