I’ve recently come to the realization that babyproofing with a 2 year old in the house is a nearly impossible task. You’d think that since Sam is baby number 2 to come through the house we’d have everything totally babyproofed already.
Unfortunately, Bekah was not a typical baby. I doubt it had anything to do with her 10-week NICU stay, or even her open heart surgery. It was just her little baby personality.
She never really mouthed things. She never tried to stick anything where it shouldn’t go. She let us get pretty lax in our concern for her baby welfare.
And now Sam is here. And he’s getting around. And he tries to eat everything.
And he is already trying to electrocute his baby self through the outlet covers. And I am going nutty trying to baby proof everything while his sister follows along behind me making things more dangerous than they were to begin with!
There is not a day that goes by that I don’t see or hear her giving Sam something to “try.” When scolded she looks at me with big weepy eyes and insists that she was only trying to share.
I guess at least she’s been listening to some of the things I’ve been trying to teach her. She applies lessons to her everyday life very selectively, however.
So, Sam is living on the brink of baby danger, and Bekah…well, Bekah is living on the brink of toddler danger, and that’s a whole different story.
They don’t make cute little toddler-proofing kits, and I know why. It’s because there is NOTHING you can do to stop a climber from climbing.
I’m just praying we all make it through the next few years without everyone in the emergency department knowing us on a first name basis!