Parenting Gone Awry

Standing On The Oven

One day, when Sean was somewhere beyond a year old but not yet two, I was walking by the oven and unexpectedly, he reached out and grabbed the handle to the oven door. He grabbed so tightly that it yanked me backwards and backed me up a few steps. And he wouldn’t let go.

So being an irresponsible but fun-loving parent who often uses her child solely for her own amusement, I set his teeny tiny feet on the door of the lower oven and removed my hands from him (about an inch). He let out a squeal of joy that was heard in the heavens.

Thereafter, anytime I would walk past the oven, he would grab onto it and I would let him stand on it removing my hands from him a little further each time. Eventually it got to the point where he would crawl in front of the oven, pull himself up and point upwards and grunt. I know. The weirdness, it is genetic and it comes from my side of the family, my mother’s people. He is also an amazingly strong, sure-footed little fella, a trait that also comes from my side of the family.

All that to say, in the picture in yesterday’s post, Sean is actually standing on the oven and I am barely out of the frame spotting him. So I may have overstated the creativity of the cropping. It wasn’t all that creative. However, In the 45,000 times he stood on the oven, he never once came close to falling.

Here’s a picture of him post-oven standing so you can see the joy and why I was unable to say “No my child, you may not stand on the oven.”

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This picture was not taken in 2002. However it was taken before we figured out how to change the date on the camera. I guess I could have Photoshopped that out.

19 thoughts on “Standing On The Oven

  1. I have a sure-footed son as well. When he would go up the extension ladder in the backyard people would gasp in horror. He was very careful and never more than a foot or two over my head. ; ) I was always ready to catch him. He never had the slightest accident.

  2. What a great story, and it’s amazing the things we let them do that we’d never ever think we would.

    I love that photo, the happiness and joy on both your faces is just priceless.

  3. What amazed me about the whole standing on the oven photo, is how those tiny little feet supported his whole body.

  4. as a diehard scrapbooker, you most definitely used creative cropping — you just used it differently than everyone assumed. ;o) absolutely adorable.

    and as many have stated: we all survived childhood without all the pads/helmets/carseats/etc/etc/etc. Now I know there were people who may not have, but come ON. Most of us did. Is that heartless?

  5. Oh, how sweet. I know, my hubby doesn’t understand it, but I can hardly ever resist those baby smiles either. And when he cries, my world just stops! πŸ™

    I was hoping you would clear up the confusion about that photo, whether it was real or not. πŸ™‚

  6. I am visiting your blog for the first time and, wow, what a story. I’m also in the category of “antique mommy”. I used to suggest that I needed a geriatric OB…

  7. How old does a kid have to be to take up rock climbing? He’s a natural! (They have LOTS of protective gear options, too!)

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