maydecnc

I’m feeling a Bushism coming on. No, not “fool me once, shame on you… don’t get fooled again!” nonsense. What I mean is that I’m trying desperately to think of the phrase that basically means “I meant to do (this), but I got sidetracked.” You know the one. Best laid plains go awry or something like that. It happens when you have a full-time job (project with deadlines set by Marketing instead of Development, of course!) and are trying to raise a toddler, too. Anyway, that’s the reason why I have not posted in some time.

My baby is walking now. Everywhere. And she’s getting into EVERYTHING. Literally. She would happily play in the toilet bowl if I’d let her. I moved all the potential poisons from the cabinet under the kitchen sink. I put those doorknob covers on practically all the doors, even though she is not tall enough to turn the knobs yet. I stuck outlet covers in most of the outlets and taped up the rest. And I’m still paranoid that something is going to happen to my beautiful, only child. So I’m curious: how do other parents cope with this terrifying space between mobility and the development of common sense??