03/11/2006

Let Out To Roam

Occasionally, when Janne has time, and doesn't have to leave the living room to do any number of other things during the day, she has taken to - and really seems to get quite a bit of enjoyment out of - letting the kids roam freely around the little space that is our old living room.

This frightens me to no end.

Not that I want to leave them eternally caged (although I have joked that Morgan won't be allowed to leave her room until she's 30, but that's just a 'Dad' thing), but because this old house is not baby-proofed to a degree that I feel safe with them tearing around without wearing full football gear and helmets.

"Hey Warden! How about lettin' us out, instead of keepin' us cooped up?"

The other morning, while looking around the floor of our bedroom for Liam's soother, I sat him down on the floor beside me, and he immediately got into 'crawl' position. Seconds later, our cat, Jag, in whom both he and Morgan find much fascination, poked his head around the corner looking for someone to feed him breakfast. Liam was so excited to see Jag that he lost his balance and fell into the corner of the baseboard, and his big noggin still bears a bit of a dent from that unhappy moment.
So -
I worry that's going to happen again, or somebody's going to lose an eye.
Certainly, Janne has taken all the precautions necessary when it comes to baby-proofing things like wall receptacles, but, if I had the time, I think I would put foam padding over everything, and four feet up every wall. Janne also, as I mentioned, doesn't leave the room when she lets them out of the playpen (the aforementioned 'Cage Match' Cage), but I was right beside Liam when he cracked his head on the corner of the baseboard, so even being within arm's reach doesn't guarantee either of them a safe journey out in the world.
It is, however, a lot of fun to watch them scurry around.
There's also no real direction or purpose, it seems, to their movement, which is fun to observe. They'll occasionally follow each other around, but for the most part they'll each take a few crawl-steps, stop and sit, and then turn around and go again.
For us, it's more fun to watch than anything on television, and it at least seems that it's far more entertaining for them than any toy on the market.
Eventually, when supper or dishes or anything else in the real world beckons, the whirling dervishes have to be caged back up to await their next adventure.