A taste of baby proofing

One of the advantages of having a child at my son’s age is that he is relatively stationary. He stays approximately where you put him and there are no concerns about whether anything within a six mile radius has any sharp edges.

This morning however, we have friends coming to visit with a two year year old son. This prospect has thrown my wife into a frenzy. She’s already been raising the alarm of baby proofing, apparently just in case our boy suddenly gets up and begins to sprint around the house before ever crawling. However, with guests on their way, she’s even more adamant.

While I was still in bed this morning, I hear yells from the first floor chiding me for not being on top of my baby-proofing game.

“OH my gosh there’s a saw! This place isn’t baby proof, there’s a big saw on the floor on the porch!”

“Well don’t let him on the porch,” I replied.

“Bill, move the saw,” she said. I just pulled the blankets up.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against baby proofing. I had been working late with said saw last night, and didn’t move it a sufficiently early enough point to avoid her paranoid mother’s wrath. The saw is now in a safe place and our guests will be here in about 30 minutes. I’ll be interested to see on which items my wife harps about baby-proofing once our guests leave. I have a feeling she will no longer allow us have furniture with 90 degree angles.

I also can’t help but wonder if dads are a little less hyper about things like this. What’s your opinion?