Also, today, I was loading the dishwasher and noticed that the little trap that holds the detergent wasn't empty so I closed the lid and pulled the tray out to load. Except my little helper saw that the trap wasn't closed all the way and he pushed the tray back and started to play in the detergent. I washed his hands off when I found him in it, and I'm pretty sure he didn't eat any (as he didn't have any around his mouth and he's fine hours later) but it was not a good day, mama wise.
One more bad mama moment: Last week, he woke up early from a nap and went back to sleep. I laid him in bed with me and ended up taking a nap too. But then I woke up and did a few things in the room while he slept because I didn't want him to fall off the bed. But then I walked into the living room and sat down at the computer and two minutes later I heard him cry through the monitor. So I run back to the room and find him on his back, on the floor. YES, MY BABY FELL OFF THE BED. He was fine though, and cried less about that than he does when he bonks his head on the concrete floor in the living room.
I liked this job better when he wasn't mobile. At least pain was usually something I could control. Now he's all on his own and he's pretty independent. And reckless.