My safe zone is gone.
I imagine most moms have one – an area that they can safely place an object, be it a phone or camera, and have it be within mom’s reach, but not within children’s reach.
Well, my children are now reaching where they ought not. Their little arms are long enough to reach all the way to the back of the couch cushion where I have, for over a year now, stashed things that I don’t want the girls to touch.
Nothing is safe anymore. When did the girls get so big that they can reach onto kitchen tables and mid-level bookshelves and yes, the back of the couch? Can’t I squish them or something to keep them short?
So if you call my house and I don’t answer, it’s because I now have to keep the phone in its cradle on the kitchen counter instead of nearby on the couch, and I am too lazy to huff and puff into the other room to retrieve the phone. At least the phone should be off-limits to the girls for at least another year…until they figure out how to pull chairs over to the counter to boost themselves up. And then, I might just give up and concede that the girls are going to be randomly dialing all of the Western Hemisphere. I guess that’s why we have free long distance.
Bye, bye safe zone. You will be missed.
My dd pulled my sewing shears off the dining room table. She isn’t very tall, and this was the first time for her to pull something off this table. I was quite surprised she was able to reach (she used her tippy-toes to their full advantage), and I was horrified in that split second between seeing her and getting them away from her!
My “safe zones” keep getting higher and higher too!