I think I might become one of those people that can’t have nice things….

Upstairs making pizza for dinner when Freckles starts yelling.  If you have read my previous posts, my response should be obvious.

What?  Stop screaming, honestly!  What is it?

 Then I look down the stairs to my living room.  There is something on fire on the carpet next to the three wick candle stand.  Again, my response should be obvious.

Are you kidding me?

I go downstairs and look at the smoldering paper.  I look at the kids.  I go in the bathroom next to the small fire, find a cup, fill it with water and pour it on said paper.  I look back at the kids.  Monster sticks his face right next to the mess and says ‘hot?’.  I resist the urge to rub his face in the ash like you would with a dog that just messed on the carpet.

Now, I used to be able to have nice things.  I didn’t ‘childproof’ my house all that much, my kids knew what stuff was not for playing with, or they learned quickly.  They may have coloured on one wall, got in trouble, didn’t do it again.  We have a 4 level split and we didn’t have babygates. While getting in trouble like most kids do, they were never…what’s the word…. desperately destructive.

Until Monster.  Why?  WHY?  Why is the unexpected third child whom I love dearly a complete walking disaster?  Who knows.

This is not our first candle incident. 

For starters, let me say I love candles.  I love Partylite candles, I love my Partylite consultant, and I burn candles regularly.  This was never a problem with either of my other children.  They never touched a candle.  And it’s not like they are on the floor.  They are for the most part out of reach, or covered by the holder.  But where there is a Monster, there is a way.

When Monster was say 10 months or so, he pulled on a side table, tilting the table toward him.  This caused the 3 wick candle, that he could not have reached, which had been burning for several hours, to tilt toward him as well, pouring wax over his head. 

His entire head was literally encased in a layer of wax.  Had it not been scary, a picture would have been very cool.

I stared and did nothing.  It was part of my eventual plan, you understand, but then my level-headed dh scooped him up and took him to the bathroom where he ran him under cool water and started to peel off the wax.  By the time he was finishing, Monster was laughing.  Child thinks he’s frickin hilarious.

Plug for Partylite:  because their candles are high quality and don’t have the fillers, they melt at a much lower temperature than your average candle, and it is for this reason Monster was not seriously burned. 

Did I learn my lesson from this?  No, because I insisted this was an isolated insident and because of this experience, he would never go near a candle again.

Cut to burnt carpet.

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