Little Dub thanks you all for the comments on his costume. He contemplated a wookie, but we agreed he would end up looking more like Chaka than Chewbacca, so with Yoda we went.
We are now 30 days away from the arrival of Littler Dub. Actually, the arrival will probably be earlier, but the 30 refers to the due date. Mrs. Big Dubya's doctors are insisting she have a c-section due to the absolute fucking trauma complications(?) of Little Dub's arrival. We are about to enter uncharted waters for the Dubyas since Little dub arrived 31 days early 17 months ago today. You can read about that day here - oh how unaware I was about what that night had in store for us - and then read about the following days here. We are optimistic that there won't be a repeat performance, but I won't lie to you - it is still very fresh in my mind and I am very, very wary. I can't say I'm not expecting some other shoe to drop somewhere. I will not be tempting the karma gods this year, nope, not one iota. Keep your fingers crossed, say some prayers, or whatever superstitious ritual you may have, that this little darling doesn't throw Mrs. Big Dubya's system all outta whack -- between you and me, sacrifices are wholly warranted, encouraged even.
Finally, anyone have any suggestions on how to keep a 17-month-old boy from climbing on every vertical and horizontal surface he can find? Nothing is off-limits: coffee table, couch, oven, chairs, stools, toilet tank. I know covering these items in barbed wire or concertina wire is probably out of the question, but maybe there's something less harmful? Maybe someone makes something similar to an invisible fence? Just a thought.
November 2, 2006
The home stretch
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Um a dog kennle? No clue really, since my two year old still does it.
I hope all goes well with the new baby. Did I miss it, do you guys have a date set yet?
When he took his first steps, everyone was all "wait til he starts climbing"- okay maybe that was just me
Here's my advice: HA! There is none. You're screwed! Drink up!
Actually, I swear 18 months was the scariest age-- all the speed, none of the fear. Maybe the new babay will distract him.
A girl can hope.
And, um. What were you thinkking? Remember what happened the last time you got all silly and publically announced the home stretch??
We've always been careful with saying no to our son and it has worked like a charm. We're no pushovers but we've found that ever he gets to do a certain thin a few times, it becomes less interesting. We've not have to hide anything in the house. Stereo, remotes, DVD, computers, flowers, keys, Ipod's, etc. He gets to explore everything thoroughly and then uses them responsibly. Freinds who say "NO!" to everything has has disaster results.
Perhaps that could be something to think about.
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We will keep you in our thoughts at the Tutu Boutique.
As far as climbing kids go, teach him how to fall and let him fall a couple of time with a spot. He will get a feel for the circumstance if he is not carefull and then he will be careful.
Climbing is fun.
Hm. A year later I'm still trying to convince the boy not to climb on everyfuckingthing in our house.
Dress him in really padded clothes and make him wear a helmet?
When the Peanut started climbing over everything in the apartment, we just duct taped her hands and feet together. Worked pretty well. You should give it a try!
We covered the house in aluminum foil to keep the cats off of everything...course it looked like we were throwing a baked potatoe party every night and whenever we opened the curtains the sun lit up our house like a solar flare. Maybe Little Dubya's scared of aluminum foil?
We put all the furniture in storage. It looks like we're living in a squat, but I don't care, at least, not until the kids are insured. Then we'll get it back.
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