Childproofing for the adult set
Childproofing your home to protect your kid from the dangers of normal life is a lot like buying insurance. You spend a lot of money and a lot of worry to protect yourself against something that stands a pretty small chance of causing problems. In the first two years of my kid's life, we covered up all the electrical outlets, covered the sharp corners of tables with ugly foam product, blocked entryways with high-dollar baby gates, and attached hard-to-manage plastic contraptions to every cabinet. This was all before my kid could move more than two feet without benefit of an adult.
These days, now a full 30 months into his life, the babyproofing is actually now a little more useful. The kid likes to explore. The babyproofing does a little bit of good, because he's pretty smart and can get into about whatever he wants unless we've locked it. That noted, we had not yet babyproofed the fridge. And the kid loves him some cold stuff.
A couple of weeks ago, I picked up a babyproofing device for the fridge. It's a smart little device that is easy to attach to any fridge. Earlier tonight, I heard the kid grunting as he struggled to get what he wanted. Mission accomplished.
The byproduct of this mission is probably going to make me a much healthier person. As many of you might, I keep my cold ones in a cold place. Tonight, after a couple, I went back for a third and found myself struggling to open the door. It was only after ten seconds that I realized I had to undo the alcohol-proofing device.
Mission accomplished, apparently.
These days, now a full 30 months into his life, the babyproofing is actually now a little more useful. The kid likes to explore. The babyproofing does a little bit of good, because he's pretty smart and can get into about whatever he wants unless we've locked it. That noted, we had not yet babyproofed the fridge. And the kid loves him some cold stuff.
A couple of weeks ago, I picked up a babyproofing device for the fridge. It's a smart little device that is easy to attach to any fridge. Earlier tonight, I heard the kid grunting as he struggled to get what he wanted. Mission accomplished.
The byproduct of this mission is probably going to make me a much healthier person. As many of you might, I keep my cold ones in a cold place. Tonight, after a couple, I went back for a third and found myself struggling to open the door. It was only after ten seconds that I realized I had to undo the alcohol-proofing device.
Mission accomplished, apparently.
Labels: Parenting
1 Comments:
You don't wrap him up in bubble wrap and then put a bicycle helmet on. Let the kid explore. He'll soon get bored with that and start rubbing dishwashing soap on the walls....fuuuuun.-frankieb.
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