We jokingly call her house "Toddler Death Trap".
Oh, yeah. That's a funny joke for that house. Ha ha. Ha.
Please wrap Emeline in bubble wrap before you go over there. The kind with the big bubbles. And, like, three or four layers.
Murk: But you're a God! The Sacred Glorificus! Glory: I'm a God in exile. Far from the Hellfires of Home and sharing my body with an enemy that stabs my boys in their fleshy little stomachs!
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Sean K - Jan 04, 2007 6:38:39 am PST #8812 of 10004
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Aims - Jan 04, 2007 6:39:38 am PST #8813 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Burrell just reminded me of the only time I've really almost had a heart attack with Em.
She ran into the street the other day when I picked her up from daycare. Usually she stops right by the van door, but for what ever reason, she decided the street was the place to go.
Freaked me right out.
Aims - Jan 04, 2007 6:41:59 am PST #8814 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Please wrap Emeline in bubble wrap before you go over there. The kind with the big bubbles. And, like, three or four layers.
In theory - good idea. In practice, Dustin will spend the day popping the bubbles.
Amy - Jan 04, 2007 6:43:31 am PST #8815 of 10004
Because books.
Jake was always a runner, rather than a climber. Got OUTSIDE the mall once while my dad was watching him (thank you, automatic door button -- not).
Ben once fell through a first-floor window into a bush, in only his diaper and onesie. Pushed right through the screen in his enthusiasm to see the garbage truck.
Sara is a daredevil. Will climb on any piece of playground equipment, even ones meant for big kids. My adrenaline kicks in the minute we get to the playground. She's also fascinated with the miscrowave and the toaster oven.
Motherhood should really come with an unending prescription for Valium. Or cartons of Sofia, since Mommy's Little Juice Box sounds like much more fun.
Sean K - Jan 04, 2007 6:47:21 am PST #8816 of 10004
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Burrell just reminded me of the only time I've really almost had a heart attack with Em.
My nephew almost did the same thing to my BiL the other day. They were all over at my Uncle's house, and my sis went outside for something (I think a bunch of them went for a walk or something), and told the BiL to "watch the baby."
After a few minutes he noticed it was really quiet.
He ran around the house looking for the kid, then realized the front door was open (Nephew already gets "DOAHS," so the screen door was no impediment). He ran outside looking for him, and almost had a heart attack when he spotted the kid at the end of the block.
Now, my uncle lives on a nice quiet residential street, but the nearest cross street just a block away is The Major Street running through town. Nephew was pretty much at it and still walking.
BiL started running toward the kid. Now, he's a big guy, but he's not slow. He's pretty athletic, and used to play football. He got about halfway there when his wife passed him like he was standing still and grabbed nephew by the arm just before he actually hit the street.
I don't even want to think about the look she gave my BiL as she was walking back to the house. Give me chills just to mention it.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 04, 2007 6:48:59 am PST #8817 of 10004
What is even happening?
I don't even want to think about the look she gave my BiL as she was walking back to the house. Give me chills just to mention it.Hee. To speak for my people, I'm quite sure she couldn't repress that look.
Connie Neil - Jan 04, 2007 6:50:10 am PST #8818 of 10004
brillig
t once again reveling in my child-free state, wherein I never had to be faster than a speeding bullet to save some natural-selection-bound child
Ginger - Jan 04, 2007 6:51:20 am PST #8819 of 10004
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
While I was changing Olivia's diaper, Owen scaled the kitchen counter and tried to stick one of my metal shish kabob skewers (which had, up until now, been well hidden) into the plugged in toaster.
The outlets in the kitchen should be GFCI outlets (the ones with the reset button), which would have tripped the circuit. That's only been code for the last 15 or 20 years, so they might not be in the kitchen and bathroom. It's well worth the cost of replacing them, particularly if Owen thinks that sending the plugged-in hair dryer on a fantastic voyage is a good idea. t / electric company spokesperson
Aims - Jan 04, 2007 6:55:09 am PST #8820 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
My parents live a 100+ year old house. The stairs to the upstairs are pretty steep.
When we were there when Em was about 7 months and crawling EVERYWHERE, I went downstairs to do some laundry. Told my bro and dad to watch the baby.
I came back up and ... no baby.
"Where's the baby?"
"Huh?" "Were we watching her?"
"Obviously not."
Em was on the landing at the top of the stairs. Sitting on her butt, clapping her hands, just as happy as can be.
DavidS - Jan 04, 2007 6:59:25 am PST #8821 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I spend my parenting days overlooking babyhood and toddlerhood in a constant state of ready alertness. I am Worst Case Scenario Guy and once yelled at EM because she wasn't walking behind Emmett when he was going up a stone stairway (without a rail!) when he was 2.
My brain is like Jason Bourne constantly calculating the risk ratio in any scenario. There was never a time in Emmett's toddler days where I wasn't between him and the street. I let that leash out verrrrrry slowwwwwly.