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The Entertainment Committee

Who needs baby gates when your kid is stuck in a sauce pot?

Who needs baby gates when your kid is stuck in a sauce pot? 



As a mother, I am beginning to realize that I have embraced several new roles in my life, including “housewife,” “milk machine,” and “bottle washer.” Most recently, I’ve accepted the position of “entertainment committee.” At 14 months, Greyson is at an age where he will play independently for a total of about ten minutes if I’m lucky before returning to swinging from my pant legs and begging for my attention. Generally, when he is occupied, I try to utilize every second to do as much as possible. I can pull this off for a short time before my motherly guilt returns and I feel bad for ignoring him in order to get a few things done. On the other hand, if I am folding laundry washing dishes, or surfing Twitter (you know, all of the important things that work-at-home moms do…) and it’s quiet in the playroom, it’s pretty safe to assume that he’s doing something naughty. Somehow, I ended up with a kid who is like the poster child for getting into all things dangerous. When I set him down on the floor, I swear he sniffs out the outlets. There can be 300 toys in the room but he’d prefer to find the nearest lamp and attempt to knock it over. If you have lost something that could be considered a choking hazard, I can almost guarantee that you will find it in my child’s mouth.

Because of this, one of the most challenging times of day for me is while trying to cook dinner. At this point of the day, Grey is tired and hungry and completely reliant on the entertainment committee to keep him occupied. Since I can’t trust him out of my sight for more than three seconds, I’ve resorted to unlocking at least one cabinet in the kitchen for him to play in while I (attempt to) cook. I’m unsure of why we spend any money at all on toys when a cabinet full of Tupperware could entertain the kid for days. When he gets bored of that, I let him play the drums on my Caphalon pots and pans. One night, he even realized that my sauce pot is big enough for him to sit inside. Whatever keeps you contained, kid. And after he lost interest in that, I opened the fridge and let him scope out the contents. I’m pretty sure he spent 15 minutes reorganizing the condiment shelves. Looks like he inherited his daddy’s self-diagnosed OCD after all. He may even have gotten a taste of a few things before I realized he was capable of popping the tops open. Turns out he likes ketchup and mustard. Good to know, I guess.

So at that time of day when your child is tired of their toys, bust out some Tupperware and a wooden spoon and let baby go to town. Surprisingly, kitchenware makes for good childproofing, too. Who needs baby gates when your kid is stuck in the sauce pot? And if you’re lucky, your child will be as anal as mine and might even reorganize your fridge for you while you cook dinner. Not a bad deal at all.


Baby OCD: Reorganizing the shelves in my fridge.

Baby OCD: Reorganizing the shelves in my fridge.


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  1. Yes. Dinner time is the hardest part of the day, absolutely. My son loved getting in the fridge around Greyson’s age too. One day I let him “discover” the eggs. That situation went from 0 to 60 in about 2 seconds but of course it made for a funny picture! I feel you about getting stuff done while “ignoring” them. Hard to balance the mom guilt.
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  2. LOL – Oh god, the eggs. My son also loves my spice cabinet. Yesterday, before I realized he had it, he grabbed the pepper and shook it all over the place. The cabinet is locked – I have no idea how he got it out, but he sneezed a lot. LOL Poor baby. Live and learn, I guess. Thanks for your comments, Jean!


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