Everyone who knows us knows that we are a deeply spiritual family, dedicated to keeping the Christmas holiday as an opportunity for reflection on the True Meaning of the Season. And so it came as a shock to have this horrible bloody tragedy occur in a nearby suburb before we could even finish our Xmas shopping. Our condolences to all those who lost a loved one to this awful and senseless rampage.
Our official Xmas post will be up in a few days. It was a great holiday, except for one little wrench, thrown into our best-laid plans. During her nap, or as is often the case, her “nap”, M launched herself over the top rail of her crib, smacking the brick wall and landing in a crumpled little heap on the floor between the cribs. It is the first time of of the kids has gotten out of their bed. She is okay, although there is no word yet as to when Mummy will stop hyperventilating. So we spent Xmas night and much of Boxing day frantically Google-ing for twin beds and trying not to choke at the ugliness of children’s furniture design. In the meantime, we have employed some stop-gap safety measures:
Apparently, crates are not an option for toddlers, although given M’s propensity toward extreme sports, they are probably the safest thing we could do. Of course, the government just outlawed drop-side cribs, which means that when we are done with these beauties, it is actually illegal for us to give them away or sell them. Thanks for nothing, Consumer Product Safety Commission, for killing the backs of new parents everywhere.