For as aggressively as I nested towards the end of my pregnancy, you’d think I’d equally, aggressively baby-proof this home of ours. And while Bennett is most certainly exploring all the nooks and crannies around here, all the responsible-mommy rearranging is happening quite slowly.
Last Thursday, I swapped my spice cabinet with my tupperware cabinet. Ol’ Benny Boo had just been having a ball shaking the peppercorn jar and pulling out paprika, caraway seeds and steak seasoning. Adorable as all that was, I was fairly certain that it was just a matter of time before he figured out how to either pop the lids open or altogether unscrew them. This momma definitely doesn’t want Bennett enduring a mouthful of chili pepper, so the swap was most certainly in order. The next time that Bennett went to that same cabinet only to discover tupperware, he couldn’t have cared less and set about pulling everything onto the floor anyway.
Yesterday afternoon, I scoured and purged the bottom of our corner cabinet. Bennett only recently discovered the treasures behind those doors, the candles, the martini glasses, the fall and Christmas doodads… The next time that my babe takes a peek in there, he’ll enjoy inspecting the Belgian waffle maker, some tumblers and a few other harmless kitchen gizmos.
If I had the time and space (and babysitting), I could easily spend a few days on baby-proofing. When I try to tackle the entirety of this task, immediately I feel mentally defeated and want to throw my hands up. So as long as I’m keeping a good eye on Bennett (and, let’s face it, he’s my only kid, so that’s not hard to do), I reckon that if I do a little here and a little there, eventually this house will be a pretty safe place to romp around and hopefully Goodwill will enjoy some of our donations!