Last night, Nick & I took Justice for a walk up Trinity Street to look at the christmas light displays and argued about whether or not our house is kid-friendly.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
dude.
December 30th, 2009
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What’s to argue? Your house is sooooooooo not kid friendly.
And boy am I glad to be a visitor of Trinity Street and not a resident of the 2500 block anymore. Two Christmases nestled between the life-sized gingerbread house and the life-sized (and live) re-enactment of the birth of Christ manger and all… is more than I will ever need. lol.
TELL THAT TO NICK! :D
Any house where lye is use on a regular basis doesn’t seem that kid-friendly to me. And when Justice decides he wants to sleep where the kid is sleeping…ouch. :-)
Oh, the dog & the lye are fine — lye can be moved out of reach, and aside from being a bit jumpy, Justice is okay with kids. It’s the SHARP POINTY STAIRS that worry me. :D
See: http://lifetheuniverseanddonna.ca/20080417/ow-fucking-ow-3/
(And yes, that was written before I was living with Nick. And before anyone really knew he existed. hehe.)
No house is ever kid-proof, but yours is also not kid-friendly. It’s the stairs.
Exactly! And hell, even pre-kid: I can’t imagine even waddling up and down those things heavily pregnant — I damn near kill myself when my centre of gravity is normal, trying to navigate those things when you can’t see your feet and you have to pee every 30 seconds? HAHAHA, GOOD LUCK.