Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

One day after work, I put Boo down on the play mat.  We pushed the couch back further from the TV and removed the coffee table, so now we have a couple of blankets spread on the floor, the play mat and just, lots more space for...

..ROLLING, apparently.

Yes.  So, I put him down, went to the kitchen to take care of a couple things, then came back and found him on the other side of the living room.  What.  Just.  Happened.

He can roll.  He can push up on his hands.  He can grab things deliberately.  He reaches for things.  He strains and struggles to get things he wants.  We are in so much trouble.  I think I actually stopped breathing for a whole minute when the realization set in.

Now that the baby is (sorta) mobile, all I see are safety hazards.  Cords.  Plugs.  Heavy objects.  Fragile objects.  Things that can fall on baby.  Places for baby to get stuck.  Things for baby to eat and choke on. 

I want to put everything into a garbage bag.

There are power strips out in the open.  The one I'm looking at right now has a laptop charger, cellphone charger and lamp plugged into it.  We need an area to charge electronics and that's it.  None of this all-over-the-house business.  And no, it cannot be the living room either where the baby plays.  We cannot have extension cords running ACROSS the length of the room.  No, no and no.

This problem is caused by the fact that the living area is one large open room, and we do not have usable wall space thanks to renovations that took down walls that made the spaces cozier.

We need to leave some things where they are, but that power strip on a cord may as well be a baby lollypop.

And of course, there's always the option to watch your kid.

While each milestone makes my eyes bulge out a tiny bit more in fear, there's twice the amount of joy that comes from watching Itchy-Boo discover and learn about the world around him.  Everything?  In the mouth.  Roll to things to put them in the mouth.  Babble, coo and blow raspberries nonstop and loudly too, I should add.  Like, what a school aged child might do to taunt another.  We have it on video.  I am not joking.

You know what's awesome?  The fact that we live in a ranch.  No stairs, baby!