Boo-Boo just turned two. He has now become an expert climber. He will climb out of his crib when he wakes up from his nap and proceed to make a wonderful mess for me to clean up. So, we now have to convert his crib to a bed and either lock down everything or take all the stuff out of his room.
I love my mom’s suggestion.
Just put a net over his crib.
Really? As I get older, I’m starting to realize that my mother is certifiably insane. Joy.
Anyhoo, he has also discovered that if he can’t reach something, he can always pull a chair or table over and climb onto it.
You would think that eons of evolution would have ingrained some “Danger! Danger!” instinct into that little noggin of his. But, noooooooo! He has to make me run after him, re-arrange the whole house, and give me a heart attack every time I hear a thump come from his room.
Now, it’s not as if we have hazardous materials or dangerous objects just lying around all willy-nilly. But, kids are geniuses. They always find a way to get into something they have no business touching. Child-proofing? My ass. It doesn’t exist.
I suppose I could look at the bright side of things. He’s showing his independence, his strength, and his problem-solving skills.
That’s right. I can rationalize anything.