I need three exersaucers. One for the living room when I’m trying to eat a meal, one for outside the bathroom, so I can pee without wondering if Sam is in mortal peril, and one for outside the bathroom upstairs, so I can shower without waiting for him to go down for a nap.
Sam finds all the danger in a room. We put up a baby gate so he wouldn’t climb the stairs. He found the one step that couldn’t be guarded by the gate. Now, his favorite activity is climbing up the one stair and rattling the gate. Yesterday, he decided all the cool kids rattle it with one hand and wave with the other. It makes my heart stop to watch him waving unsteadily from just above the hard tile floor, one sock slip away from a subdural hematoma. He also like to pull himself up on the media console — using the shelf that pulls out on wheels. That could come out and fall on him. He likes to stick his finger between door and door jamb to play with the hinges. Next time you see him, he may be missing a few finger tips a la Chubs from Happy Gilmore.
So the moral of the story is… I’m pretty sure there’s a better way to run my days while keeping Sam out of danger, but I haven’t figured it out yet.