...and she is off!
This week Poppy started to crawl, I mean really crawl. I momentarily leave her in the lounge, she finds me in the kitchen. I pop her on the changing mat, turn to grab a nappy and she is under the bed. Nowhere is safe and she can literally squeeze into the smallest of spaces. Her favourite spot seems to be down the side of the TV. She obviously knows that is where all the good plugs and cables are!
I am delighted that she is on the move (and so is she) but I am starting to realise we have a slight problem. Before Izzie could even roll over, the whole house was baby proof. Every socket had a cover and almost every cupboard a catch. Then Theo came along and due to his ninja moves and climbing skills, the coffee table gained padded edges. With Poppy, however, the other two children are the real "safety" issue. Theo wants to climb on her, or worse jump over her. Izzie wants to carry her like a doll. Plus the whole house is strewn with an array of inappropriate plastic toys and clutter. This week I have already removed the following from her mouth: a playmobil ski; Theo's shoe (on three separate occasions); tissue paper; an ipad; a plug (unplugged - twice); a clothes peg; Lightning McQueen; a little plastic man and a copy of Chemistry World!
I read somewhere that the more children you have, the less you worry about the little stuff and I do think this is true. All I can hope is Poppy starts to walk very soon and learns to out run Izzie and Theo. Plus we need to work on keeping the clutter to a minimum.
Wish us luck!
|Caught in the act|
|But pleased with herself!|