My Fantasy

My ultimate kitchen is so large that when people come into the house, the first thing they would say is, “DAMN! That’s a big kitchen”. It would have granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, a stained concrete floor and a large drain in the middle so I could just bring in the hose and clean it like we did in the restaurant. Oh and a hose spigot inside so that I wouldn’t have to run the hose through the back door or an open kitchen window. In fact, I might just build a cabinet around the spigot so that I could keep the hose in there and roll it out when it was time to clean. This is my fantasy this week because Tristan is crawling at lightning speed. Today I was sweeping the floor as fast as I could and I couldn’t move the pile of Cheerios, puffs and other random floor crud as fast as he was coming at it. I’ve swept our floor three times today.

I guess the answer to this is probably to clean up the playroom and put up a baby gate and keep him caged like we did with Connor. But when we had the ghetto barrier, (as we called the gate that had cardboard taped to it so he couldn’t pull up and fall down the two stairs that led into the great room of our old house) we were in the great room all of the time with him. We are seldom in the playroom so I feel like barricading Tristan inside would just be mean. Instead I sweep three times a day.

Tristan has started pulling up and cruising too. He started cruising last Friday, using Mom’s coffee table to hold himself up and scoot from one end to the other after a toy. Connor walked at 10 months and I wouldn’t be surprised if Tristan walked at 9. He wants to follow his big brother around so bad that he busts his bottom on a regular basis, just letting go where he’s standing and taking a step. He doesn’t have the balance for it yet, so it always ends badly. Though not so badly that he’s crying. He’s a tough kid. Getting knocked over by his brother on a regular basis has proven something that I never knew… babies aren’t nearly as fragile as we think they are.