Today I caught Archer playing with his marbles at Fable’s feet as she grasped for them with her chubby little hands. In .05 seconds I leapt on Archer, tackling him to the ground.
“I told you not to play with your marbles anywhere even close to Fable’s vicinity!”
“Because Fable could choke on the marbles and die, right Mommy?”
“Because Fable could swallow a marble and it would choke and die and then it wouldn’t be very nice at all.”
“Um… Yes? Yes. So… Please don’t do that anymore.”
“Yeah. Because it’s NOT NICE!”
Archer spent the rest of the afternoon playing marbles on the other side of the living room as Fable kicked her little legs against her bouncy seat. But it got me thinking, wondering what I’m going to do when Fable is old enough to crawl. I never childproofed the house when Archer was a baby because I didn’t really need to. Because he didn’t really care to try to get into anything and plus, nothing of mine was really of interest. Nothing besides my shoes and tampons (great toy, very useful) and it wasn’t like he was going to choke on those. Fable on the other hand is a second child and second children, I’m finding, want nothing more than to get all up in their big brothers’ bidnis.
Hooray for Archer’s stuff! And while we’re at it, hooray for tea parties! And leg warmers! And cute headbands and flowers and wonderfulness!
“At some point you’re probably going to have to take away Archer’s marbles,” my mom said to me months ago, during a mother/daughter marble shopping-spree. (It’s amazing how HARD it is to find marbles these days and how easy it is to find dolls that talk. So backwards and lame.)
“Yeah. I’ll just take them away when she’s crawling and stuff,” I agreed and left it at that.
Taking away Archer’s marbles seemed like a perfectly logical, obvious sollution until Archer’s marbles became his greatest love and now I’m fucked. Because how the hell can I take away my darling son’s greatest love? I mean… I can’t. Can I?
It’s true Fable’s far from crawling but she does this thing where she kind of half pounces, half crashes her face into the floor and onto various objects of her affection so even though she’s immobile she’s still pretty damn effective in her reach. Especially when it comes to Archer and his toys.
I’m gonna get you, sucka.
So here’s the stitches, bitches. I have a baby who likes grabbing for Archer’s stuff and an Archer whose stuff happens to be mainly of the marble variety these days. This is a situation that is new to me as a relatively new mother of two. It’s quite easy to keep one child away from dangerous objects in that you just move them out of reach. Quite another when you have older brothers with small parts all over the floor and in all reachable places all day long.
So what to do? Small house. Babes share a bedroom. Kid’s favorite toys are small, round, glass beads perfect for swallowing. Baby loves grabbing Archer’s stuff and putting everything in her mouth.
Hm… Not ideal.
P.S. I think I’m beginning to realize why it’s so impossible to find marbles in local toy and drug stores these days. Fewer dilemmas in the sibling/safety department. Smart thinking, Rite Aid.