This past weekend, Dan tweeted:
Off to the Home Depot to pretend I have an ounce of handy-man skills in me. #byebyetodolist
— Daniel Sundy (@dansundy) March 1, 2014
— Laura Sundy (@laurasundy) March 1, 2014
If you read this post you know that we have already taken steps to toddler-proof our home. Dan’s tweet was about our biggest obstacle to date: the railing of doom (I just made that up – we’ve never called it “the railing of doom” before, but it’s appropriate).
We rent an apartment on the top two floors of a hundred-year-old house in Toronto. Apparently, people a hundred years ago were shorter because our hallway railing only comes up to my mid-thigh. Actually, come to think of it, here’s further proof that people used to be shorter:
Anyway, the railing of doom is dangerous for one-year-olds. Especially one-year-olds who like to climb, like Monk A. It had to be fixed and Dan was determined to fix it. Admittedly, I was skeptical. You see, my husband is a musician. And a painter. And a web-developer. And his solution involved 50 feet of plastic chicken wire. You’d be skeptical too.
But, I was wrong. He pulled it off:
Side note about the above photo: When I started this blog, Dan agreed to let me post pictures of Monk A & B, but not pictures of himself. This happens to work out very well for me because, for the purposes of this blog, I am now married to Ryan Reynolds.
So, thanks to the creativity and hard work of my husband (Ryan) the railing of doom is no more. Not only are Monk A & B safe, but we can get a sweet game of badminton going in our living room. And we can use the extra 41 feet of plastic chicken wire to raise chickens, if we so desire.