Breaking Bad. Have you seen it? If not, you are probably in the minority. Which Joe falls into – he hasn’t yet watched it.
I started watching it while I was breastfeeding Sarah. Yup, TV watching helps when you have days upon days of breastfeeding every other hour. It gives you something to do besides stare at your baby all day. I mean, I could stare at her all day – she’s so beautiful and sweet – but I think my brain is mush enough with all the baby talk and Dr. Suess books.
Breaking Bad was a new episodic on Netlix at the time, so I gave it a shot. Honestly, I almost stopped watching it only a few episodes in. If you’ve seen it, you know why. Remember the gruesome happening and clean up in those first few episodes? It literally made me feel sick. I was wearing headphones so I knew she couldn’t hear anything. I just hoped that what I viewed on TV did not somehow translate through my breast milk!
It took me a couple weeks to continue watching after that really gross, gross episode where they… OK, I’ll stop there. I not only don’t want to talk about it, but I also don’t want to give it away in case you haven’t watched it yet.
Around the same time, when Sarah was about 7 weeks old, Max loved to try and climb into the oven. And he really loved the fact that we didn’t want him climbing in the oven. Which of course made it 10x more exciting for him. Try cooking dinner with a newborn baby who wants to be held all the time and a one year old who won’t stop opening the oven. Ha!
We looked at “appliance saftety products”. But after we bought one, in the fine print, it specifically said “do not use on oven”. I’m guessing it’s due to the heat possibly ruining the product? I don’t know, but there weren’t really any other options.
So we took it upon ourselves to develop a safety latch for the oven. We dismantled the knobs and put one of Joe’s pant belts on the oven door! It was a last minute, desperate necessity and then we just left it that way. Every time I look at my oven I think of a Crack House. I think of Breaking Bad. And I’m forever explaining it to guests. I suppose it could be worse? Our home could actually BE a Crack House.
And for those of you who haven’t yet experienced Breaking Bad:
