I think the warm weather melted my brain.
I took Little E on a walk this morning. I pulled out the old school, single walking stroller from our complete collection of strollers.
You know what I'm talking about. You easily have seven different types of strollers for each possible occasion. It is a sickness. An epidemic. I know.
We had just had some serious rain and the sun was playing peek-a-boo with our neighborhood. So we headed out. Sans sunscreen.
I seriously cannot believe I did this. With Big E, I lathered him up for a trip to the mailbox.
Not Little E. Not my much forgotten second child. We walked up and down the Atlanta hills for 60+ minutes. The stroller has a sun shade, but depending on which direction we walked in, he may or may not have been covered.
After a quick lunch we ran back out to pick Big E up from school. And that's when I noticed it.
My poor Little E had a stripe of sunburn on the sides of his sausage arms and on one side of his face.
I'm a failure. I felt horrible. I just aged Little E's baby soft skin by two years. Bad mommy moment.
I guess it could have been worse...