# Sunday, July 16, 2006
So our son Zenzo is going to be 8 months old next week. He's been crawling since he was about 6 months old, which is great! But I'm writing this entry after the fact because I am only now just beginning to feel better about it (it happened a few weeks ago.)

Scott and I pride ourselves on being very good parents. We're quite attentive to the Z man, as well we should be since he's our only child. So when he started crawling we (mainly Scott) did an awesome job of baby-proofing the house. Or so we thought! Up went the cleaning chemicals. We moved any small things he could choke on, and we put restraints on drawers, toilets, etc, etc. At the end of it all, we felt the house was quite baby-proof, so Z could crawl away to his heart's content.

Oh, the best laid plans...! 2 weeks later I was in the shower and Z was crawling around merrily in our bedroom. It is amazing how quickly he learned to move. One day he was rocking back and forth, and the next he was zipping along at a fast crawl! Anyway, I left him crawling around our bedroom because I felt confident we had done due diligence: the house was safe.

I knew there was trouble when I heard total silence. I stuck my head out of the shower and there was Z holding on to the toilet bowl cleaner and the plunger. The one that I had hidden out of his sight, or so I thought! Ack! So much for that premature pat we gave ourselves on the back!

To protect the innocent, I still maintain that neither the plunger nor the toilet bowl cleaner made it into his mouth. But alas, they came dangerously close! To make matters worse, as I was jumping around in a flurry of wet activity he seemed quite amused by my near hysteria, and giggled away in great amusement. I, on the other hand, was not so amused! I dragged him with me into the shower to hose him off (and promptly almost dropped him because he was slippery when wet.) Feeling traumatized and out of sorts, I decided that a nap was in order for me. Thank goodness Scott came by and took the squirmy Zenzo and dressed him.

Ah, parenting! You just gotta love it! [I wonder how much therapy Z'll need because of this little incident?!]

Sunday, July 16, 2006 9:48:53 PM (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00)
Wednesday, July 19, 2006 3:31:31 AM (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00)
Mo, such an adorable story. I think it is awesome that you are taking the time to record your experiences for a) your own benefit down the road and b) all those that are going through same experiences.

Very cool and please keep the posts coming - they are quite entertaining and fun to read. Take care.
Monday, July 31, 2006 5:21:23 PM (Pacific Standard Time, UTC-08:00)
If the toilet brush is the worst your son does, you can probably count yourself blessed :) It seems anything and everything is fair game, and wait till he finds stuff outside on the ground (in parks, driveways, etc), and then once he can start standing, cupboards which aren't locked down (he will find those first) will be thoroughly investigated for mouth friendly objects.

Also, I'm sure my significant other wonders where you find the time to blog, our beautiful son is 11 months old today (kai.sshnug.com), and really is a full-time job!

Best wishes.
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