And Violet’s greatest love.
They called to her with their evil voice covered in candy sweetness and she crawled to them. She looked to me for approval and I said NO. Sweetie, those stairs could kill you.
Yes, every mother knows when this day comes it is the end of peace. I am at war with my stairs. Each day they pretend to be doing nothing when really I know they are plotting my daughter’s demise.
She did not listen to me. Like I said, she is in love. Like each of my children, and probably yours, danger must be exciting.
Looks fun doesn’t it? She has such pride in those sparkling eyes, like because she has reached the first step she can conquer them all. I know the truth. I tell her. Violet honey, the stairs are evil. They are dangerous. Mommy knows. It is not hard to fall down them.
For the first time in her little life – she completely ignores me. Then again, this is one of the first direct orders I have had to give to my 9 month old. Those fancy stairs are so enticing she moves ahead.
I have to pull the plug at this point because at stair two my little mommy brain freaked out. I am not such a crazy blogger that I let her continue her attempted climb up into the arms of extreme danger. Whoa there little baby. Slow down. The first floor works just fine for hanging out.
It is the first of many times she will ignore me and plunge into waters for her uncharted, but for me a known threat.
I won’t always be there to stop her. I won’t always be there to catch her.
The stairs are just the first thing. So simple. So carpeted (after a near death fall with Miles). So evil.
From this, my dear girl, I will protect you. Because I can. For so many other things I will only be able to give you my advice and send you out to learn on your own.
But I will vanquish those stairs. For you, baby girl.
Even though you love them.
p.s. They really are my enemy. They are very steep as they are original to my very old house and used to lead to the old attic. They are not to fire code at the bottom and are “grandfathered in”. I am assuming this means I am getting grey hairs just having them in my home.
p.p.s. I have fallen down them. I am a little clumsy. I am often in a hurry.
p.p.p.s If I wasn’t so afraid of sleeping downstairs I would own a ranch house.
p.p.p.p.s. Doesn’t she look cute on the stairs. Like, the candy coated voice is calling to me to let her climb them just to see that smile. She can’t clap and end up with her arms in front of her face on the stairs.
p.p.p.p.p.s. I know the stairs are nothing compared to high school.