Mac has been practicing all sorts of pint-sized acrobatics these days. He can walk about six or seven steps completely unsupported. He can stand and balance himself unassisted for longer and longer periods of time. He’s able to go from a seated position to standing without needing to pull himself up on anything.
Of course, I’m proud of him. . .
But part of me wishes he’d slow down. . .
Not because I’m feeling all sappy about how fast he’s growing up.
I don’t have time to be sentimental. . .
BECAUSE I’m too damned busy trying to keep him out of trouble.
He’s lightening fast and into EVERYTHING.
I’m continually moving stuff around in an effort to thwart his increasingly successful attempts to access it.
Chris’ desk drawers no longer close flush to the desk because we had to kid proof them. We’ve all heard about my continued battles in the kitchen. The dishwasher had to be secured. I have things that belong on the wall, but spend more time stacked up on a table since he’s continually tugging at them. And heaven help me if I need to reach the loo in a hurry. It’s covered in latches and locks that I’m certain Mac will master faster than I can.
And then yesterday I witnessed a gymnastic feat that truly struck me with terror:
And ever since I’ve been obsessing about what stuff I can get rid of, what I can keep and for how long I will need to keep it hidden.
I like my surroundings to look a certain way. And stripping nearly every decorative item from the joint makes me more than a little sad. It’s not that there’s anything too precious in the place to begin with; however I certainly wouldn’t want him breaking glass or anything else and hurting himself.
Before I had children, I would gaze at those huge unattractive EZ Storage buildings and wonder why the hell people kept so much stuff. Why would you pay to store things that do not fit in your home? Why wouldn’t you just get rid of some junk. How much could you possibly be using items that are locked away in an inconvenient location?
And now I know: You have to hide your shit in a secure undisclosed location so your kids don’t destroy it!
After witnessing my little monkey scaling the stove, I’m looking for an 18 year lease on one of these puppies at least 30 minutes from the house (surely that’s a safe distance right?)
I’m also considering having the entire house covered in tile and placing drains in every floor so I can just turn a fire house on this place once a day to deal with the stickiness and fingerprints.