I'm not sure if this is true of all first-time parents, or just us, but Geoff and I always seems to be one step behind in the baby proofing.
He started wiggling out of his baby seat, so we started strapping him in.
He started pulling down the curtains, so we installed blinds.
He started playing with all the plugs and cords, so we protected the sockets and moved all the electronics up a level.
He started rolling off the bed, so we stopped leaving him there unattended.
He started crawling, so then we installed cabinet latches and a baby gate.
We're now one year into this thing, and it seems like we should be better at predicting this stuff and not being forced into the reactionary situation.
But we're not.
While we were packing to head to PA over Christmas, Jack, who apparently can now reach things further back on the top of the night stand, dumped a full cup of coffee on himself, the nightstand, the floor, and the bed. (Thankfully, it was no longer hot.) But the clean-up required steam cleaning the carpet and enlisting the generous help of Auntie to watch him while we took care of the mess and finished packing.
Now we are realizing that he can reach things on tables. So we try to keep vigilant about moving spillable/breakable/harmful things off the edge of the table. (I'm not as good as Geoff is about this.)
Last week, Jack was pulling on the oven door. It opened and he fell backwards and scared the shit out of himself. Then we had to go buy an oven lock.
At what point can you just anticipate these issues and make a preemptive strike? Seriously. I think we should know better by know.
Or maybe you just don't know until the next kid.
(Not that there is a next kid on the way or anything -- don't freak out, Mom!)
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