Once we started baby-proofing, it became clear pretty quickly that “baby-proof” means “moderately adult-proof” as well. I have a theory that the makers of this baby-proof stuff don’t want a lawsuit on their hands, so not only do they make sure that their products are secure enough, but so difficult to put together that they can claim that you installed it improperly if it fails. I can’t even put her stacking cups back together, and now I’m supposed to modify a two-story house with a super-open floor plan, a flight of 16 stairs and a gas fireplace?
WHY WON'T YOU FIT |
When you start baby-proofing, you learn that your house is basically a death trap. There are sharp edges, choking hazards, strangulation risks and things on the floor that you don't even know about until they end up in your baby's mouth. Susan might as well be crawling around on a bed of
nails surrounded by fire and lions on the streets of Philadelphia after the
Phillies won the World Series.
Maybe they should baby-proof the entire city of Philadelphia. |
Needless
to say, I’ve had a little trouble so far. Look at the outlet covers that MJ stuck
all over the house. They have what I assume is meant to be an easy-to-grab tab
made for adult fingers that, in theory, grown-ups can grab, squeeze and yank
out of the outlet. I’ve got the grab and squeeze down, but I haven’t quite
mastered the pull-out-of-the-wall part. What instead ends up happening is the
loss of several layers of skin on my fingertips as my thumb and index finger
slip off the “grooved” surface which apparently was molded in the same factory
where they manufacture cheese graters. Now every time I want to plug something in, I
need a screwdriver, band-aids and a tube of Neosporin. Every single outlet
downstairs is plugged up, so I’m pretty close to giving up on electricity and
embracing the ways of the Amish. At least our energy bill will be lower for the
next few years.
The
next project was to construct baby gates in front the stairs. “Construct?” you
may ask. “Don’t you just pull them out of a box and put them in front of
whatever area you want to keep the baby away from?” Well to that I say, “YES,
YES THAT IS WHAT YOU SHOULD DO.” Instead, because of our ultra-wide stairway, we have to piece together three
different “easy-to-assemble” segments, secure them into the wall and onto a
stair rail, and do it in such a way that the gate doesn’t crumble like the
Berlin Wall the second your curious baby accidentally falls head-first into it.
Also, you have to use a screwdriver and a drill, which totally violates the “easy-to-assemble”
mantra. About midway through night two of construction, I pondered hiring Gandalf and having him stand guard in front of the
steps.
YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!! Now stop crying. |
I complain, but the point is that this stuff works. Susan gets into anything she can put her hands on, and we don't want her to get hurt. It's impossible to watch her every second of the day, and she tends to get mad at us when we throw in her Pack & Play every time we need to get up and do something. There are still a few
cords to wrap up but I think we’re mostly baby-proofed, at least downstairs
where Susan spends all her time. We still have to watch her like hawks because she’s already
trying to pull herself up on anything she can reach. This is just one of those unavoidable truths of parenthood, that just when you think you have everything figured out, your baby decides to take a monumental leap in development and totally undo whatever sense of normalcy you had previously established. Pretty soon she'll be popping out the outlet covers herself and unlatching the gate so she can scoot upstairs and color on the walls. Maybe then she can teach me a thing or two about how to move around in my own house.
One day. |