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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
The other day, a friend's 2 1/2-year-old told her mother, "When you go to sleep, I'm going to unlock the door, walk to Publix and buy some fruity treats." This is the same kid who recently, when someone asked why a light was on, said, "I got on my stool and turned it on." They had previously thought the switch was too high for him. I expect to find he's been found toddling towards Publix any day now.
We have those outlets in the bathrooms but not kitchen. The kitchen outlets have plug protectors.
Ginger, would we have to have an electrician install those outlets or is this something Christopher could do on his own?
I've discovered there is no such thing as "toddler proof". What they tout as road blocks are actually speed bumps. Given enough time, a toddler can get past just about any kid-proof device--even ones that are difficult for adults to open. The idea is to slow them down enough so that you can catch them in the act.
I've gotten some more gray hairs just by reading these stories.
Gee, you'd think that juliana and smonster were sisters or something.
If so, she's the evil one, tempting me into all sorts of fannish obsessions.
Then again, I'm the one who gave her Fernet.
Hmmm.
Joe's definitely the more freaky out one than I am. I give Em a pretty wide net and let her explore stuff. If she gets hurt, I comfort her and talk to her about it (not that she gets it always) and let her go back about her business.
Now, I don't let her play with knives, poke things into sockets, or if I see her about to do something that could really really hurt her, I stop her, but for the most part, I let her be inquisitive and if she bumps her head or falls down, she bumps her head or falls down.
We hold hands when we're near the street or in parking lots. And this she knows. If she sees us going near a street, she grabs our hands automatically.
