Ok, so how exactly does one babyproof the second time around?
Rosie is OBSESSED with Hot Wheels. Yeah. You know, Mitchell’s favorite toy? The one with those four wheels that pop off at the mere sight of a baby mouth? Last night, Rosie rolled/scooted far enough to get to the pile of cars, which Mitchell had conveniently dumped right next to her play mat. She thought it was the best thing ever.
Mitchell has approximately 5976 Hot Wheels. They’re everywhere. And just in case you think I could hide some of them and only have a certain amount left out, no. That’s not how it works. Mitchell knows each and every Hot Wheels he owns, and he usually knows exactly where it is. Certain ones go in our room, certain ones go in the living room, certain ones in his room, etc. He even has certain cars for the bathroom. And if one goes missing or is moved, he knows. Trust me, it was a thing with the 4-year-olds here.
It’s not just the toys that are leaving me with a panic attack. How do I block the stairs from Rosie but still let Mitchell get up and down them? Oi. Maybe she won’t be a baby who needs everything super babyproofed. I’ve heard those babies exist. I’m still suspicious that they’re like unicorns and leprechauns, but hey. I can dream.