Ever since Annabelle started crawling about a month ago my whole world has turned upside down. The days where I could plop my ‘lil bubba on the ground in front of her toys while I throw in a load of laundry, put clothes away, go to the bathroom, etc. all while she blissfully played in one spot are a thing of the past. Seriously, those days seemed almost Camelot-like compared to the constant re-directing, disciplining, and rescuing I’m doing now. Yes, I said rescuing. Listen, babies get into shit when you’re not looking. They crawl a lot faster than your little mind can comprehend!!
In the last two days alone I have caught Annabelle in an act that had my future heart attack written all over it. Yesterday I came into my room and found her standing next to the wall with the TV plug in her hand about to pull it out of the wall socket — while the TV was on! I literally ran up to her and yelled “NOOOOO ANNABELLE” hoping my loud voice would stop her dead in her tracks. Thankfully it did. Immediately my inner conscience called me a lazy, no good mother who is sitting on my ass when I should be baby-proofing those damn outlets.
Then, tonight I put Annabelle down in my room in front of her little play gym while I did some laundry. Yes, I saw her crawling out of my room but I figured if she was going toward the stairs I had enough time to throw the clothes in the dryer and hit the start button. Idk why I can’t accept that Annabelle is a speed demon crawler, but as I walked out of the laundry room Annabelle was literally on the edge of the staircase reaching her little hand out into thin air because there was no more floor under her, just a lower step. I screeched “ANNABELLE NOOOOOOOOOOOO” in what sounded like slow motion to me as I ran and scooped her up before she took a tumble. Again, my inner conscience shamed me stupid. THAT’S IT! It’s time for baby gates — those annoying, fugly baby gates that are going to prevent any future tumbles down the stairs and totally clutter my house.
Now, if only my husband could get on board with baby proofing. For some reason he thinks it’s nonsense and asks me if I thought my parents baby proofed their house back in the day when I was a baby. I told my mom this and she was like; “DUH, I baby proofed!” I’m realizing now that Jeff’s attitude is more about not wanting to clutter up our house with gates and play pins and he’s not thrilled with the mundane task of covering electrical outlets, covering cords, adding drawer stoppers, moving cleaning solution to higher levels, bolting furniture to the wall, etc. Essentially, Jeff has been fighting the clutter for 9 months. He needs to just give into the chaos. So of course I made sure to explain to him how Annabelle almost gave me a stroke pulling plugs out of outlets and falling down the stairs in the last two days. I think he gets it.
Now, if only there was a baby proofing person from Babies ‘R Us that could come into my house and just baby proof it for me so I don’t have spend an entire weekend covering cords! Ugh!
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