I keep my house pretty childproof. I have kids here most every day either grandkids or childcare kids. I’ve learned that having a childproof house saves so much worry and headache. I have to be able to go into the bathroom and change a diaper and trust that no one is going to poke a scissor into the outlet or flip a Christmas tree on top of themselves.
I purposely put out few decorations. I don’t have anything decorative that’s dangerous in the height of kiddos.
I thought everything was safe on Monday when I went into the bathroom to change a diaper of a little childcare baby.
I had this basket sitting on the corner of my dining room table. This was the basket of decorations that I didn’t find a place for. I had put a few decorations around but these…they never found a spot.
I also had the added incentive that Kalissa mentioned buying me a dough bowl for Christmas to put in my living room on the entertainment center. Since I had my living room television mounted, I now had a small place that decorations could go. A dough bowl there would be perfect there and it’s just high enough to be out of the little kids’ reach. Yes, that would be perfect.
I kept this little basket of decorations out thinking if Kalissa did gift me the bowl, I could quickly fill it and enjoy it for a few days before I had to take it down after Christmas.
I never thought the basket to be dangerous. I didn’t give it a second thought.
Monday I took the baby into the bathroom to change his diaper. Georgia and Gannon were here playing. I got done changing the diaper and came around the kitchen corner …seeing Georgia hand a mini Christmas bulb to Gannon. Gannon promptly put it in his mouth and bit it. The ball shattered in his mouth. I put the baby down. I yelled, “Georgia Grace, NO!” She dropped the container of balls and two shattered on the floor.
There I was…Gannon with Christmas ball shards in his mouth, Georgia barefoot standing in glass, and now Rosie there putting her nose in all of that …and a screaming baby because I scared him when I yelled Georgia’s name.
I quickly decided that Gannon was the most urgent need. I started picking shards out of his mouth. It was so hard as the pieces stuck to his tongue. I couldn’t do a finger sweep. I had to pick them off. Then of course he didn’t like it and bit me.
All turned out just fine but it scared the crap out of me! I really didn’t think my house was dangerous. I didn’t really think to a 22-month old that these mini Christmas balls might look like a tomato or apple. AHH.
I promptly went to the living room and took the balls off my mini tree. I’ll be looking for some plastic ones. Oh, my word. What a scare!! If you have little ones around and these mini Christmas balls, please take this as a cautionary warning. I’d hate for any of you to have to deal with what I did!!