A blog I read, ABC Triplets, referred to babyproofing as an arms race. So, so true. The moment you think you’ve gotten ahead of the “enemies,” they figure you out and get around your latest barrier.
We’re probably on the lazy reactive end of the babyproofing spectrum. We didn’t hire a safety specialist to come to the house when I was still pregnant. Hell, we mostly just moved things a foot or two away from the kids for months, until they started rolling. Then, we started to be careful what was left on the floor, but they weren’t all that mobile. Then, Rebecca started crawling, but it wasn’t so hard because Daniel was still sedentary. Outlets and things were covered, no biggie. Aha. Then, they both started crawling. OK, time for some gates to block off certain rooms. Move the floor lamps behind the chair in the corner (there’s no overhead lighting in our living room, so sadly the lamps do have to stay). Shoot, they keep getting taller, so things on top of tables are now within reach. The coasters keep getting pushed farther and farther back on the end table, and our fireplace mantel now has a whole bunch of crap sitting on it that we don’t want them to reach.
Last week was another leap forward by the opposition: climbing. We have a one-step landing before the rest of the stairs to the second floor. I came home from our NYC trip, and Daniel was suddenly able to sit there! Ack! Rebecca climbed up, too, and quickly learned why we don’t attempt to climb back down. A bonked head, but a quick recovery.
But you know, of course, that it was only a matter of time before they discovered the rest of the stairs. Oh, the adventure! The excitement! The fear struck in mommy’s heart! They probably went up the stairs 10 times on Friday.
Saturday, we went to Babies R Us, and our cart was loaded with no fewer than four new gates. The kids are not thrilled that the “Man” continues to keep them down. I suspect that, instead of napping today, they’re plotting their next move.