Archive for September, 2010

I started this when my parents were here for my baby boy’s first birthday. I just didn’t have time to finish, but I really wanted to write this down for the kids to read later. I wanted them to read how much their grandparents loved them. And how different they were with me and my sister…and how time changes people.

The first time my parents met my Noodles was when he was born. Not much fun…eat, cry, sleep, poo. Repeat.

THIS was the first time they were getting to interact with him…in his one year old glory.  He is so funny, charming…and starting to be a little toot with his foray into independence.

As my parents were playing with him, all I could do was stare at them and think to myself, “Who ARE these people?”

We had it in our ‘things to do’ list to baby proof the house later…the door knobs, drawers, cabinet doors, etc.  I had sporadically started putting safety devices…a little bit here, a little bit there. But Noodles didn’t get around much so I thought I had time.

My dad got right on it.
He finished the living room and the kitchen.
 THEN he went back and took off all the knobs on the drawers that had them.
I purchased these little silicon things that you put on the corners to soften it for a child’s head, which I already had on some of the corners. I guess my dad didn’t think those were on there good enough because he put duct tape on top of it. (In his defense, Noodles would be able to pull them off when he got older. AND my dad did ask for tape but all I had was duct tape.) THEN he went back to the drawers and duct taped those shut. (These are the same drawers with the security tab AND the knobs taken off.)
Suddenly there was duct tape all over the place! You’d think I deliberately went out and purchased wood furniture with this silver-ish detail.

Poor Hubby held his tongue. He just pulled me over and pointed. All he said was, “You know if you leave the tape on there the wood will discolor.”

When they left, we took off the tape. I wish I took pictures. Looking back, it’s pretty funny…and sweet.

Now we Skype. They can see everything Noodles is doing. And what he gets on.
So our conversation is something like:
“Yes, we are fine. We went to…OH NO, Noodles! Get him down! He’s going to fall.”
“No, Dad, he’s fine. It’s just the sofa.”
“What if he flips over?”
“Well, then he’ll learn not to do it again.”
“You should move the sofa over there.”
“Then he’ll climb up and get to the tv…or over the railing. We’ll just leave it here.”

Seriously, if they had their way, everything in the house would be bubble wrapped and all of the furniture taken out. This is only a couple of examples of what they did, but you get the picture. We had a version of this conversation at least once a week. It does get a little exasperating, but I know they mean well. 

THESE are the same people who told me and my sister to get the scissors…and “Hurry up! What’s taking so long?!”
Or on family car vacations, they let us lay across the back of the car…right under the window over the stereo speakers.
Or “Why are you crying? It’ll stop bleeding soon.”

I called them on it. They just laughed: “Really? We did that?”

When I read this article, I wasn’t surprised that children were much safer with grandparents than anyone else…even their own parents! (based on this study)

I really wish they were here. I miss them. Maybe I could put some duct tape around the house.


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