Yeah, so, we recently threw our trash cans in the trash.
I know. We’re so meta.
They were gross, old trash cans with lids that didn’t fit properly, and they were an accident waiting to happen. It won’t be long now before The Boy is on the move, and he could have easily gotten into our old trash cans. Homer had already figured out that he could easily knock the lid off, so I imagine The Boy would be able to do the same in a few months.
So, mighty, mighty good man David bought these awesome, high tech, fancy cans. Seriously. You don’t even have to touch to make them open. You just wave your hand in front of it, and it opens.
Basically, every time I throw something away I pretend I’m a Jedi knight. It’s awesome.
These trash cans represent our first effort at baby proofing our house. Right now, every room is a death trap. Every room is filled with computer and TV cords, uncovered outlets and unlocked cabinets. David’s board game collection is filled with things that Calvin will want to shove in his drooly mouth. Hell, David just noticed this morning that we had a huge barbeque fork practically hanging over Calvin’s little seat in the kitchen. The kid could poke his eye out.
Of course, baby proofing takes effort, and we’re lazy. We’re thinking about just fencing in The Boy like this:
We can just put a bowl of water in there for him or maybe set up a little water bottle like in a hamster cage. Maybe we could even get him a little wheel to run in.