So... referring back to my previous post.
As I said before, G LOVES to climb. We have had multiple conversations about not climbing on my treadmill- usually 4 times a week. I tell him that the bottom part, which I fold up when I'm done, if it fell it would crush him-it's that heavy. I was in the shower last week. I hear him once again climbing on my treadmill. I hurry to get dressed so I can go down before he hurts himself. As I open the door to go downstairs, I hear a LOUD crash and than screaming and crying from G. I run downstairs and see him standing in the cup holders on top of my treadmill, tears streaming down his face. The bottom part has come down, J's legs are under it and by some feat of nature (or Heavenly Father), it is resting on my exercise ball.
Rewind to earlier that morning when G was playing with my exercise ball. I asked him to put it behind my treadmill. Normally I don't mind when he plays with it, in fact when I asked him to put it away, I thought to myself, it's not a big deal, I should have let him play with it. Fast forward to what could have happened. J's legs were resting on top of metal bar that helps the treadmill keep from tipping over. It would have crushed her legs. I can't imagine how bad it would have been.
I am so grateful for the little things
that we are inspired to do that keep our little ones safe.