Note to self no. 10: Babyproofing might be a bit painful when you’re an interior snob
The little one has started crawling, and is quite a speedy monkey. At the sam time he’s also lost all interest in his toys. They fell short in the competition against Ipas water tray, plants, the trash can, and every inch of wires in the house. The wire hanging from my o’ so expensive designers lamp in porcelain is his absolute favorite.
Then again we can’t claim to have the most baby friendly home. The staircase is one thing, but with low windowsills loaded with breakable interior details, the list of “No, don’t touch” is long for poor Gustav.
“There’s no way around it; it needs to find a new location, because there’s a limit on how long I can operate as a mobile baby fence to ensure furter existence for both baby and lamp.”
And then there’s this lamp I’ve mentioned. Right now it’s balancing on a little three-legged side table with the wire hanging in perfect reach for the crawlerboy. There’s no way around it; it needs to find a new location, because there’s a limit on how long I can operate as a mobile baby fence to ensure furter existence for both baby and lamp.
And then there’s the issue of the staircase. I’ve always found it scary enough just carrying the little one up and down several times a day. Now that he’s crawling, there’s the added horror of him falling down.
Of cause it needs to be secured with a gate, but the one we bought didn’t fit right of the box. We needed to adjust the placement of the existing railing first. In the process we removed the railing (while Gustav safely placed on grandma’s lap), and eureka; instantly the living room and the kitchen looked so much better! I’ve always felt the railing was a mismatch to the rest of the interior, but it became so much clearer when we removed it. I was quick to pull out my camera to document it. Wonder if it would be cool to box the railing in? This smells like an before and after post in near future.
Otherwise we have ordered just about everything we can get our hands on when it comes to baby proofing the rest of our apartment. We’ve also bought a playpen so that mum can go to the toilet alone without worrying if Ipa will be eaten by Gustav (or the other way around). My inner interior snob just have to cope a slightly less sophisticated apartment for a while.