The Daily Nusz

I know that you’re not supposed to compare one child with another.  Each child is an individual and should be treated as such.  That being said, Decky is nothing like Savannah in many ways.  He is a little wild man.  He’s not hyper, or over-emotional;  he just always finds a way to get into trouble.  Over the last few days, there have been several “close calls”.

1.  Kevin put Dec on the bed one day in order to let him wake me up from a nap.  He started immediately crawling around, rolling in the bedcovers, drooling everywhere.  Kevin was also on the bed, and periodically steered him towards the center of the bed if he started to stray towards the edge.  At one point, Dec was too fast, and half of his body was hanging off the bed before Kevin grabbed his foot just in time.  But not before Dec’s face made contact with the nightstand. 

2.  Dec was crawling around our child-proofed (I thought) kitchen and living room.  Suddenly, I hear him playing with the door stop (you know, one of these things attached to the wall behind the door?  The thing that goes boooiiiinnnggg when you bend it and it springs back?).  I checked on him a few minutes later and he had pulled off the little rubber white thing at the end of it, and was swishing it around in his mouth.  Perfect choking hazard.

3.  Someone (maybe me) installed his carseat incorrectly, and while going around the corner, the entire seat tilted to one side, leaving him practically laying on his side in the backseat.  I didn’t even notice until Savannah called, “Mommy, Dec is falling sideways!”.

4.  Patrick (the cat) was sleeping on the ottoman in the family room.  Dec, with his relatively newfound skill of pulling up on everything, was found clutching poor Patrick’s hair with both hands.  As I pried both of his hands away, I found they were both filled with cat hair.  Suddenly, Dec leans forward and plants his open mouth directly on Patrick’s back (he has no teeth, so this didn’t necessarily hurt Patrick).  Surprised, Patrick swatted Dec on the head and ran away.  Dec was left spitting out cat hair.  No wonder Patrick likes to go down into the sewer grate.

5.  Dec loves to play with Savannah’s kitchen set.  Specifically, he loves to pull all the drawers out, including the pots and pans, the dishes, and all the utensils, and systemically taste test each one.   One day, he experimentally grabbed the countertop (while sitting) and shook the entire kitchen set.  The toy microwave, perched on the countertop, tumbled off and landed about an inch from Dec.  He didn’t seem to notice.

6.  During bathtime, Dec insists on standing up in the bathtub.  He holds onto the side of the tub while I wash him.  Today, I reached for the soap, and he jumped, catapulting himself headfirst out of the tub.  I caught his wet, slippery body right before his head smashed into the floor.

See?  He’s a little wild man.  And this stuff just happened this week!  I’ve got approximately 898 weeks before this child reaches the age of 18.  How can I possibly keep up?