When Charlie was born, we baby proofed not one thing. The outlets remained exposed, long plugs & cords were left out, and poisonous chemicals were an arm’s reach away. (That last part is probably a partial fabrication). He was a docile child that to this day thrives on being safe, cautious and not taking risks.
Jack, on the other hand, likes to push the envelope, push the limit and push my buttons. Standing on benches, doing tricks like he’s a cowboy on a toy horsey, running, jumping, sitting, standing, leaping, rolling, generally jumping into harm’s way.
Yesterday, he met up with Mr. Concrete and they had a meeting – leaving a few scrapes, bruises, and faint drips of blood. He cried for 2.5 seconds, gasped, and then went about his merry way. I, on the other hand, found that my nerves were shot.
Here’s the damage:
At 22 months, he is my risk-taking, passionate, emotional daredevil and while I wouldn’t have him any other way, less accidents resulting in scary looking bruises would be nice.