Oliver and the TV tray
Yesterday, Oliver pulled a heavy wooden TV tray onto himself. It should have been put up weeks ago but I was lazy and it was convenient for naps. He pulls up on everything, stands up using the wall, climbs whatever he can manage to climb... he's a monkey. He is so made he can't figure out how to get any further than halfway up the slide backwards. Anyway, Penny had been sitting on the other side of a nearby gate playing with a toy, and I was in the kitchen getting a water bottle so I could finally put the TV tray away when I heard it crash and ran in to find him buried beneath it and all the crap that had been on it. The water had spilt. The salt. The tray had landed square on his face. It was a disaster.
After it happened, she kept saying matter of fact Ky that it was her fault for having fun with her toy instead of watching him. We talked about responsibility and how it was mine to keep him safe and she shouldn't feel bad for being a kid and having fun.
That night, when I thought she had fallen asleep, she told me she was so sad she didn't see him messing with the TV tray, and that if she hadn't been having fun with her toy, she could have kept him from hurting himself. We talked about all the things she does to help and all the times she's kept him safe, and she seemed really proud and fell asleep.
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