Side note: I contemplated putting up the clip where they destroy the printer, but deemed it not work/young child/or my parents reading this post appropriate. But really, you should watch it purely for how amazing it would feel to totally and utterly destroy something like that... to the tune of gangsta rap. I played the clip like 20 times this morning.
Back to the gate. We trip over it all the time. Our washer and dryer are downstairs. I take a huge load of laundry and have to maneuver myself over the gate, careful not to miss the step, least I should go tumbling down the stairs. It's at this perfectly annoying height. Where you have to get up on your tip toes or you bang your knee. I bang my knee a whole lot.
The problem is, Jack thinks he can go down stairs. But he definitely can't. So the gate stays up. It's for his safety. And it will probably be there until I am 100 million percent certain that he is OK with stairs.
The other morning I was driving into town (about a 20 minute drive) and was thinking of all the various pieces of hardware and equipment that I've wanted, with equal intensity, to destroy in a violent fashion ala' Office Space.
Here they are, in no particular order.
- apnea monitor (that ALWAYS false-alarmed)
- oxygen concentrator (the sound of the prehistoric one they gave us is forever seared into my subconscious)
- the scale (weight checks are of the devil! By the way, I'm pretty sure Tatum already blogged about this)
- gait trainer (a pain in the you-know-what to transport)
- feeding chair (yep, Jack's special chair that he eats meals in and is a permanent fixture in our living room)
Surely I'm forgetting some, but you get the idea. I know these things are beneficial in and of themselves. They save lives. They allow little ones to be at home and not in the hospital. They provide mobility. I get it. Please don't take this the wrong way. Without them, we wouldn't be where we are today. But with each and every bump of the knee, I can fantasize about holding a "Goodbye Baby Gate" party, complete with baseball bats, a huge bonfire in which to throw it in, and a gleeful (crazy?) look in my eye.
The baby gate is next on my list. Hopefully soon...