Evan is crawling and I’ve become his bitch. This kid has me chasing after him like a dog with a bone. And I’m the dog and the bone. Daaaamn!
Boo and I were also unprepared for this amazing yet back-breaking milestone. For me, not Evan. I’m literally on the floor en cuatro, chasing after my active and very curious boy so he doesn’t eat an extension chord and electrocutes himself. I don’t want may baby to become a chicharron! I’m also the parent that does most of the heavy lifting. As a work from home mom, keeping Evan safe and happy falls mostly on me. But, I don’t have a car or the time to get organized. I try to clean, pick up, eat and do work while Evan naps, and at almost 10 months old he’s down to two naps. I’m lucky if I get to take a shit with the door closed.
Soooo…I needed to baby proof the apartment STAT. Only I couldn’t get to Babies R’ Us or Walmart or Target. What to do?! Baby proof the apartment – bootleg style. Thanks to a box of Pampers Evan won’t be eaten by a chicharron-loving Dominican.