On Sunday, my son started crawling. He’d been trying for weeks now, doing the rocking on all fours and swimming motions until he’d get frustrated and start to cry. So, we were thrilled when he finally figured it out; the neurons in his brain all zapped at the same time and he scooted around.

Scratch that.

I was thrilled. My husband? Not so much.

After the initial, “Oh my god, he learned something new” feeling wore off, my husband turned into our house’s President of Homeland Security. Suddenly, EVERYTHING became a death-trap/potential injury. The remote control: dangerous electrical-shorting device. The coffee table: sharply-edged apparatus. Curtains: material which can be used in a noose-like manner. And so on.

While I see his point and understand the importance of child-proofing our place, I guess I’m just a lot more laid-back since I’m the oldest of four siblings and have pretty much seen it all. He, in turn, is the youngest of four siblings and doesn’t have the memory of his sister inserting a penny into an electrical socket the way I do. (And she turned out normal. Well, I not normal, per se, but she is physically fine.)

Like tonight, when I went to answer the door and came back to find my son sucking on the dog’s bone. My husband was ready to call the ER while I shrugged it off.

I’ve tried to tell him this is just the beginning; just wait until he starts walking. But the mere mention of toddling nearly sent my husband to the store to buy bubble wrap to encase our furniture, the television and the cats.

So, enjoy your lives ladies and gents. I’ll be here. At home. Trying to prevent my husband from turning my child into The Baby In The Plastic Bubble.

Bookmark to:
    

Although the heroic and presumably, hailed decision to kick a brat kid and her parents off a plane will surely end in some public apologies and lame protest, I have to say, I think this decisive move warrants a thumbs up in my book.

The toddlers parents speak to the Associated Press as published in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer:

“We weren’t given an opportunity to hold her, console her or anything,” Julie Kulesza said in a telephone interview Tuesday.

The Kuleszas said they told a flight attendant they had paid for their daughter’s seat, but asked whether she could sit in her mother’s lap. The request was denied

She was removed because “she was climbing under the seat and hitting the parents and wouldn’t get in her seat” during boarding, Graham-Weaver said.

The Orlando-based carrier reimbursed the family $595.80, the cost of the three tickets, and the Kuleszas flew home the next day.

They also were offered three roundtrip tickets anywhere the airline flies, Graham-Weaver said.

No doubt, kids will have mental melt-downs here and there, but if this kid was hitting her parents, then she was just being an asshole and it’s not fair to the rest of the passengers to put their lives on hold for someone else’s kid, although I’m sure the parents felt entitled to it.

Personally, I’m sick and tired of the little 3-foot Princes and Princesses who are taught that their lives are more important than anybody else’s.

Bookmark to: