Perhaps I am becoming too laid back with this, my first child. I give you two examples.
Example #1
This past Thursday, I was trying to get us packed (again!) to go to the lakehouse. Gideon was running around in the kitchen with me. The pantry door was open and he found a flyswatter. In his mind, this was the the coolest. thing. ever. I really needed him to be occupied, so I let him have it with barely a thought. He played with that cheap plastic flyswatter all day long.
On the drive to the lake, Ries was like, “You could have at least cleaned it with a clorox wipe before you let him play with it!”
You know, it never even occurred to me to do that.
Example #2
Also last week, Gideon was in the kitchen with me. (maybe there is a pattern here) I was trying to do something and he was toddling around eating crackers (Today, we salute you, Mr. Wheat Saltine Inventor). I noticed that Gideon was also picking up dog food from the floor and putting it in Pullo’s bowl while eating his cracker. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw him put a piece of dog food in his mouth. I washed my hands (I must have been cooking) and then went over to peer into his mouth. He resisted, of course, so I could not get a good look. I was uncertain whether the food bits were cracker or dog food. Either way, they looked pretty wet and…
Excuse me, I just had to go pry a piece of dog food from Gideon’s mouth. Sigh.
Ok, so the pieces of food looked mostly soggy and eaten and I could not tell if they were dog food or cracker bits… so I left them in there and he ate them. I figured he had mostly eaten them anyway and it would not kill him.
At this rate, I will barely parent the next kid and they will be entirely on their own. I mean, the dog can watch them, right?
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