Small Things

When we had our first child, we were careful about small things. We called them choking hazards. We kept them away from our darling baby. We didn’t want any of that choking going on. We did have one event that we counted as a close call. The dear child was lying on my sweetie’s chest. She was wearing pajamas with buttons down the front. The child rooted around and instead of finding a nipple, found a button and slurped it right off of the PJs. As newbie parents, we freaked out and then removed the button from said child’s mouth.When we had our second child, our standards of cleanliness and general attention to what is where in our home decreased. My sweetie decided to work. We were fortunate enough to be able to schedule things so that one of us was always with the kids. The benefits were (and still are) obvious: we’re the ones spending time with our children. That’s what we wanted when we had children. Also, we don’t have to pay for child care. There are disadvantages too. The main one is that we’re rarely home together. This has the obvious disadvantage of not getting to see one another as much as we might like but that’s counterbalanced by having enough interesting separate adventures that there are all sorts of fun things to talk about when we get to talking. The less obvious disadvantage is that when one of is home alone, the adult is outnumbered. This explains the decrease in standards and attention.

Coupling that with the acquisition of copious amounts of toys by our first child, we decided to store our choking hazards on the floor and entrust our second child to zillions of years of evolution. Said child didn’t choke on anything. Gotta like that evolution. It saves on doing all sorts of housework. However, there are right now many small things littered throughout my sofa. Some of them are sticky. I think I want a new couch. However, I don’t know how to get rid of the one we currently have. As previously noted, I do know how to not get rid if it. Oh well.