Good luck with the latches, Caitlyn had them figured out in five minutes.
The baby gate was a joke, too.
LOL...
Did all the safety things, but she was safer without them to climb on or over, or get her little fingers pinched in the safety latches, or any of the other things.
Good news is, I feel a little better, but I also feel hungover from the medicine.
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Muggy and overcast today, you
can cut the humidity with a spoon.
Out and about doing errands,
picking up the flowers for church
tomorrow. Might get a pedicure
if there isn't a long wait.
Took DD and friends to a Fair. The place was packed. We had fun but happy to be home. We are all tired from walking around for hours. Need to recharge. Have a ton of kids coming over tonight to play board games.
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We got rain! Lots of it. We went to our annual book sale our library holds every year. We got 5 hard covers and 1 paperback. The total was $10.50. Tomorrow is 1/2 price day. We may go back for more. I just enjoyed browsing the books and running my hands over them. I'm such a geek.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Good luck with the latches, Caitlyn had them figured out in five minutes.
The baby gate was a joke, too.
LOL...
Did all the safety things, but she was safer without them to climb on or over, or get her little fingers pinched in the safety latches, or any of the other things.
Good news is, I feel a little better, but I also feel hungover from the medicine.
I think the latches will work for a while. As long as no one opens one in front of her, it will take a while before she figures it out.
Now I remember, back in the day, the gates I had for Conor were pretty much worthless.
Ten year later, the ones I had for Paul, were better.
The ones I have now are great. They have the walk through feature. And a child would have to be 4 or 5 before their thumbs would be strong enough to open them.
I don't have stairs, so I found them to be more of a hassle than they were worth.
Heck, I'm one of the bad mom's that used an old fashioned walker.
The kids loved it, they couldn't open cabinets, and they had free roam.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Went to my grandsons 3rd Birthday party, it was lots of fun and it’s a beautiful day. Glad everyone is having a fun Saturday and that you are feeling better lily. Hope all the teens have fun playing games Tonight ikwtd, does my heart good to know there are teens that know how to have fun.
I’ve never used latches for my kids or grandkids or nephews. I have two cabinets that has Tupperware that they are allowed into, when they first started exploring I always picked them up and carried them to their cabinet. They never bothered any cabinet they weren’t supposed to again.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
But, thankfully, I never had to worry about stairs.
Caitlyn was a monkey, she climbed everything, and she would push things to cabinets to climb on them.
She and Jesse stayed right with me, they followed me everywhere.
Aaron was my little Houdini.
That kid climbed out a window in the den at 18 months while I was giving Jesse a bath.
He climbed up on the window sill, opened it, and fell a good 4 feet to the ground.
My neighbor just happened to be in her yard and saw him.
Another time, while potty training Jesse, Aaron got the door open and went outside and got in the van.
I was flipping out and actually called 911 cause I couldn't find him.
Yes, I had the locks on the windows and doors.
They just didn't do anything to slow them down.
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I couldn't relax, (not that I do now) without a gate for the stairs, that was the first place my great nephew scooted towards when he just started to crawl, will see with my youngest grandson about the cabinets, he may be the defiant one. I do place pillows around the coffee table and put glass up high and a gun safe.
Training them to only go to certain cabinets worked for me because the family room and kitchen are open where I can see what they were doing, if my kitchen was closed I would sure have locks on the cabinets.
The boys would grab anything that wasn't nailed down. We couldn't have rugs on the floor unless furniture was on top of them. Dish towels had to be hung up high. They were grabbers. #1 was a runner, too. I couldn't let go of him in public.
We had our basement renovated when they were less than a year old so they could run amuck down there and play with their toys. Now we are going to have it done again, mostly new paint and carpet and some storage added in. But at the time it was a place where we could gate the bottom of the stairs to keep them down there and just let them play. Two or three times it flooded and we were without it for days while it was being dried out and repaired. Those days were difficult even though we had gates and locks all around. We gated the fireplace off. We gated the TV off. We used latches at the top to keep the french doors closed so they could not get to the living room and dining room. We had gates in their bedroom doorways to keep them in their room. We had a gate at the top of the stairs JIC they escaped their bedroom in the middle of the night.
They both followed me around in the house which was fine. They were never left alone or out of sight. We would shower in shifts, getting up before them so they would not be left unattended. I had them in the family room which is open to the kitchen while I cooked dinner. I just kept watch over them or DH or my parents at all times. It was exhausting. But they were good nappers. 2-3 naps per day until they were 2, then I reduced it to one before they started preschool so they would be on the same schedule.
We only half childproofed. We preferred to teach DS to not touch. Things that could actually harm him were put up out of his reach. The kitchen was gated off until he figured out the gate then we had to teach him to never ever go into the cabinet under the sink. We started putting his snacks on the bottom shelf of the pantry when we stopped using the gate so he could grab a snack if he wanted it. Worst he ever did once the gate came off was climb up the pantry shelves, grabbed the olive oil, and dumped it on my skillets. Luckily there wasn't much left in the bottle. Imagine my surprise when I grabbed a skillet and oil poured onto the floor. He owns it when he's been naughty and said he sees me put it in there so he was helping. Well, yes son, I do put the oil in the skillet ... but not when it's in the cabinet.
Our thinking was that if he knew about it, knew it could hurt him, but it wasn't made taboo that he would leave it alone. We wanted him to know that even though he sees it, it isn't a toy or food. He's the kind of kid that the proverbial curiosity killed the cat applies to. So, we removed the curiosity. "This is the soap for the dishwasher. It only goes in the dishwasher and only when the dishwasher is full. It goes right here *points to soap cup*. Help me pour it in. Now let's wash our hands in case we got any of the soap on them." Seems it paid off. Nowadays, there's a fair amount of stuff that could hurt him if he ingested it but he doesn't bother any of it. He will sometimes find a pill someone dropped and brings it to an adult right away. My parents have to keep their insulin in the fridge and he doesn't touch it. His vitamins are on the counter and he knows he takes two and only two per day.
We only half childproofed. We preferred to teach DS to not touch. Things that could actually harm him were put up out of his reach. The kitchen was gated off until he figured out the gate then we had to teach him to never ever go into the cabinet under the sink. We started putting his snacks on the bottom shelf of the pantry when we stopped using the gate so he could grab a snack if he wanted it. Worst he ever did once the gate came off was climb up the pantry shelves, grabbed the olive oil, and dumped it on my skillets. Luckily there wasn't much left in the bottle. Imagine my surprise when I grabbed a skillet and oil poured onto the floor. He owns it when he's been naughty and said he sees me put it in there so he was helping. Well, yes son, I do put the oil in the skillet ... but not when it's in the cabinet.
Our thinking was that if he knew about it, knew it could hurt him, but it wasn't made taboo that he would leave it alone. We wanted him to know that even though he sees it, it isn't a toy or food. He's the kind of kid that the proverbial curiosity killed the cat applies to. So, we removed the curiosity. "This is the soap for the dishwasher. It only goes in the dishwasher and only when the dishwasher is full. It goes right here *points to soap cup*. Help me pour it in. Now let's wash our hands in case we got any of the soap on them." Seems it paid off. Nowadays, there's a fair amount of stuff that could hurt him if he ingested it but he doesn't bother any of it. He will sometimes find a pill someone dropped and brings it to an adult right away. My parents have to keep their insulin in the fridge and he doesn't touch it. His vitamins are on the counter and he knows he takes two and only two per day.
So you are raising a non-tide pod child.
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We never had a problem with the boys drinking something that could hurt them because we watched them all the time. My cousin had drank some rubbing alcohol as a child and I remember my aunt/uncle spending the night in the ER with him and that struck a cord with me. I could not imagine not watching my boys 24/7 or confining them in a safe place when I had to use the restroom or change clothes. Too much can happen so quickly.
My neighbor has twin boys who are 1 1/2 now and her experience is the same as mine. It's impossible to "teach" them not to touch or that something is harmful because there are two. While one is being "taught", the other is going for it. Or falling off something. Or climbing something. The girl lives in the guest house with her husband and 10 year old (and the twins) and her parents will not allow gates or locks to be installed. This poor girl is run ragged, and she's in her 20's. I understanding they are moving at the end of the week to VA Beach so I plan to a gate or two that I came across recently in our basement. I suspect the refusal to help her or at the very least, allow her to install gates (which are pressure mount and would not cause any damage to the home) is the push they needed to live elsewhere.
When mine were that age, I can recall the frustration I felt over the lack of help from friends or relatives. Here I was trying to keep two at once from getting hurt and people would just stand there and try to converse with me, creating more of a distraction where the boys could get into trouble. Whenever I see her out trying to corral hers, I will throw one on my hip and entertain him while she chases after the other (if her husband is not there to help) and she is so grateful. Even her parents don't do much to help and I think that is horrible.
-- Edited by FNW on Monday 1st of October 2018 02:14:15 PM
We only half childproofed. We preferred to teach DS to not touch. Things that could actually harm him were put up out of his reach. The kitchen was gated off until he figured out the gate then we had to teach him to never ever go into the cabinet under the sink. We started putting his snacks on the bottom shelf of the pantry when we stopped using the gate so he could grab a snack if he wanted it. Worst he ever did once the gate came off was climb up the pantry shelves, grabbed the olive oil, and dumped it on my skillets. Luckily there wasn't much left in the bottle. Imagine my surprise when I grabbed a skillet and oil poured onto the floor. He owns it when he's been naughty and said he sees me put it in there so he was helping. Well, yes son, I do put the oil in the skillet ... but not when it's in the cabinet.
Our thinking was that if he knew about it, knew it could hurt him, but it wasn't made taboo that he would leave it alone. We wanted him to know that even though he sees it, it isn't a toy or food. He's the kind of kid that the proverbial curiosity killed the cat applies to. So, we removed the curiosity. "This is the soap for the dishwasher. It only goes in the dishwasher and only when the dishwasher is full. It goes right here *points to soap cup*. Help me pour it in. Now let's wash our hands in case we got any of the soap on them." Seems it paid off. Nowadays, there's a fair amount of stuff that could hurt him if he ingested it but he doesn't bother any of it. He will sometimes find a pill someone dropped and brings it to an adult right away. My parents have to keep their insulin in the fridge and he doesn't touch it. His vitamins are on the counter and he knows he takes two and only two per day.
Of course I was right there if they needed me or to keep them from actually getting really hurt.
I remember Caitlyn wanted to jump off an ottoman . Kept telling her no, that she would get hurt. Sure enough, it turned over with her. Scared her more than hurt. She learned not to do that.
Trial and error is the best teacher.
One time, she got an outlet plug cover off and shoved an olive in the outlet. It burned her finger, but she is still super careful with outlets.
Caitlyn has always been my wild child.
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As a baby, #2 like to lick things. He licked the electrical outlets, the door jams. I used to use WD-40 on squeaky doors and switched to olive oil back then, JIC. As for the outlets, I ended up covering them. FIL, a structural engineer, told me that they can't get electrocuted from that, said it was impossible, but I wasn't taking any chances.
