A few months ago, I would have told you I was a believer of nurture over nature. That girls and boys are born alike, just raised differently. We have tried to raise our children without bias; Blayne has trucks, Caden plays with dolls. And for a good few months, he was our "easy going" child, despite all the warnings about how "boys are different."
It wasn't until Caden's first birthday that he began to show signs of being truly different than Blayne at that age. We thought Blayne had no fear...well, we have a better idea of just what that means now. Not just climbing on the table, no- but moving boxes over to the table, climbing on them to get to the table, standing up on the table, then jumping off- AT ONE! Seriously?
Sharp corners? I'll find them, run toward them then dive!!!
Stairs? I can go down even faster than I can go up...
Don't block me- that is simply juvenile. This will only give you a false sense of security as I will find a way around and hurt myself even more in the process...
Please, please, don't even consider telling me the word "no". I will cover my ears and laugh in your face. See, I am cute, and I know you will most likely crack a smile under that harsh facade- don't think I don't see it.
Yes, as time has passed, Caden is what we have come to refer to as a "liability". He is...
well, was...
well, still is actually,
an accident waiting to happen.
November 8th around 6:30pm, momma was getting dinner ready for everyone and threw Easy Mac in the microwave (our microwave WAS in our island, i.e., low; knee level). I walked away to grab some meat off the grill and upon my return found Ian, Caden and Blayne in the bathtub- water running, Caden screaming hysterically. I came to find out that as I left, he managed to open the microwave and submerge his entire left hand and part of his forearm into the boiling water which was intended for some innocent mac & cheese.
A special thanks to Zaza and Mia who both ventured south to help and offered many nights of sleep we would not have otherwise gotten. Thank you both so much, we don't know how we could have done it without you!
Moral of the story: elevate your microwave.
Oh...and boys ARE different...at least in our house.
1 comment:
Poor little guys! I was actually crying while reading this post! So scary for you guys! So glad everyone is doing well now! Love you!
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