As I was thinking about writing this it dawned on me that someone will do exactly what I write and their child will fall or eat something and get hurt. Then that idiot will sue me. So here’s my legal disclaimer:
Don’t do anything I say or do with regard to your child. This stuff is about what we do, or more specifically, what I do. If you’re dumb enough to take this as gospel, then you shouldn’t be breeding to begin with. Got it? If not, use the back button on your browser now.
Now for the rest of us sane individuals I’m telling you to let your son explore. Too many parents seek to protect their children from every little danger out there. To protect their child from every scratch, bump and bruise. To protect them from having their feelings hurt. And believe me, my wife wants to do that.
I’m not that type of father. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want my son to get hurt in any way, but I’m not going to hold him close 24-7. He needs to grow and learn and I’m going to let him do it. For instance, while I’m sitting here typing away my son is… Oh, never mind, he’s sleeping. Bad example.
Our little Floor Slider will be ten months old in a few days. Wow, time flies. So what can the little Poop Factory do? I’ll tell you.
Our son can dust the wood floors on his own. Seriously. All we have to do is put him on the floor and away he goes sliding all over the place all the while he’s sweeping things up in front of him. He’ll even eat somethings so we’re feeding him and he’s cleaning. He still misses some spots, but overall he’s pretty good at it.
He can also clean cabinets. And he does this very well, let me tell you. We have these built in cabinets in the den that he opens, climbs in and then empties everything out. He’s very good at it, too. Sometimes he’ll sweep them out, too.
He loves taking cloths to the laundry room. Ocassionally when we change his cloths we’ll toss them down the hall in the direction of the laundry room to deal with later. Well, the little guy will shimmy down the hall and push his cloths right into the laundry room. He’s such a big help.
When it comes to doors he’s quite good at opening and closing them, mostly closing them. Just yesterday after he swept the floor and put cloths in the laundry room he shut the door, with him inside. I suspect he shut it because he wanted to sweep behind it because that’s where he stayed. He was working so hard I couldn’t open the door because he was pushing on it with his head.
Eventually he finished and I extracted the tough little fellow and told him what a good job he did. He was very proud of himself.
Little monster can pull himself up and stand. Yep, he can’t crawl, but he can stand. I doubt he’ll ever crawl, I didn’t.
Oh! The very best thing he can do that he figured out all by himself is climbing the stairs. I’m not kidding. The little crumb cruncher can get up on the steps.
One day I was being a neglectful dad by letting Columbus explore and when I looked up he was standing in front of the steps. I told him good boy, etc. A minute or two later I hear him making a ruckus so I check him out and he’s kneeling on the first step!
My wife really hates this, too. I think it’s great because soon he’ll be sweeping the upstairs!