Is it wrong for me to wish my son would develop a healthy sense of fear?
It’s not that I want him to spend his days cowered in the corner, but I’d rather not have to tell family and friends that he’s just starred in Jackass 14: Skydiving With a Parachute Attached to Your Balls.
This week, he has learned to climb, and so it is imperative that he climb every object in his path. The recliner, the couch, and today…
I had stepped into the kitchen, a mere 5 feet away, to set out lunch for my husband when I heard that sound a lightbulb makes when you jiggle it. For a moment, it didn’t register that the lamp was four feet off the ground and the baby was scarcely over two feet tall.
It’s a good thing I checked, as he was perched like an owl on the table, intent on unscrewing the lightbulb.
Yeah, 20 points toward my Mom of the Year award there.
He also has gotten into the habit of moving objects into better position to assist in his climbing. Even the baby gates are no longer a deterrent, he just slides his fire truck over and stands on it. If it’s got room for a foot, he’ll use it for a boost.
Is it too late to cancel my carpet order and just completely pad the rooms instead?