I've been busy lately to say the least. Not only with my attic spring cleaning and day and evening walks, but with this small human being glued to my side that I call daughter.
She's entirely hazardous now that she's walking. And there is nothing passive about her... She gravitates toward each and every danger that she possibly could.
This morning, as I was frantically trying to throw myself together in front of the bathroom mirror so we could get out and enjoy some sunshine, my little one was playing happily by my feet. She likes emptying out the bathroom cabinets and especially grabbing the bandaid box and tossing bandaids all over the tile floor.
She weighs herself on the scale, tries scaling the toilet, and like a kitten, undoes the toilet paper roll leaving strips of toilet paper all over... she's so cute when she's busy like this. And all that's fine with me. Because while she's busy in this manner, she's safe.
But when she stands at the side of the tub, tossing in all the shampoo bottles and conditioner bottles and bars of soap and drain stoppers and and and and.... she starts making me a little nervous.
You see, it's fine while she's throwing the stuff into the tub, but then when she runs out of things to throw in...well, she wants to start all over again. The only way for her to start all over is to gather all the items in the tub and 1, 2, 3...she's ready to go again.
Normally, she just stands there...dancing along the edge of the tub, making strange baby noises to let me know she's run out of things to throw in. And this is when I stop what I'm doing, help her out, and then we're both on our merry way.
Maybe it's her new found ~FREEDOM~ of walking...her new sense of ~INDEPENDENCE~... her "I am WOMAN, hear me ROAR"... but this morning, instantly she decided to throw herself head first into the empty tub. There was no way I could have acted fast enough to catch her. She's got a lovely bruise on her forhead.
Lord give me strength to make it through this transformation from crawler to stable walker. And please grant my daughter the understanding not to throw herself into hard objects on an instant's notice where she might really hurt herself. And please keep the margarita bottle in the fridge at a minimum 3/4 level full so that I don't turn into a neurotic mess while I guide my daughter through this challenging time.
And the blinds in our computer room are officially broken. After not getting but five minutes of sleep last night, and waking up early to a fussy munchkin and a husband who swears that the baby had been crying for THREE HOURS when in reality it had been five minutes, because I was awake for the entire episode, and seeing the blinds laying on the floor and struggling with them trying to hang them back up only to have them fall back down right.on.top.of.me when I was still cranky and tired...well, they are now laying in a big, messy heap on the back porch. And there they shall stay until I crumple up their sorry blindy butt and stuff them into the garbage can.
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Such a fun age ;). Although my son has been doing nosedives ever since he could stand, that includes into the bathtub and out of the crib, to name a couple of places. He's got quite a tough noggin I guess. Now, if he were to tear down our blinds, which he has come pretty close to doing, I don't think I'd be as calm as you, hehe.
I had a feeling when I was reading your blog that that's where you were heading with the whole bathtub scene. So grab a bandaid & put it on that cute fluff & stuff's head! Poor cutie patootie! And give her a hug for us. Hmm... and maybe a bandaid for your head. A blind on the head. Now there's a story to share!
Luv,
me
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