C is a climber and when we moved the boys into the master bedroom, he discovered he the closet was a mini jungle gym. I bought a few items at the hardware store today to secure the existing rods better and to add more rods to swing on.
I finally (FINALLY) anchored the two dressers in the boys’ room to the walls. Nothing motivates me toward safety like walking in to find the 4 yo jumping off his dresser and onto his bed. Eeek! Upon trying out the now safer setup, C announced very happily: “I can read BOOKS up here now!” And “E, look at me! I will not die now, E!” Apparently I should tone down the “you will DIE if you do this” message….
E fell asleep with drill bits tonight. I’m learning how to accommodate a child who gets very attached to things. After having one kid who has pretty much no objects that he’s bonded with, the second one is throwing me for a loop. It shouldn’t be that difficult since I was a kid who had piles of treasures that I collected, hoarded, and adored. But now that I’m a pretty avid declutter-er, this is a new mindset for me. I’m learning I can’t take E’s possessions from him, nor should I, without a very important reason. Really, why the heck can’t my kid hold his drill bits (or spoons or dustpans) when he falls asleep? Why do I try to tear these things away from him? At the end of a long day though, my reasoning is waning and I join my kids in the land of Irrational and Grouchy Humans. Also, my head hurts. Must call the chiropractor on Monday for an appointment.