When it comes to worrying about random crap, there's one tool that lets me get the job done right: a mental map of the world. You know those Verizon and AT&T commercials that show the United States all lit up with their service coverage? I imagine the whole world that way, except that each little light dot represents a place where some poor infant has his fingers bent back in a knit sweater sleeve that mom or dad is trying to get his arm through. This bothered me a lot more when Zoralee was tiny. Sometimes I'd find myself in a hot sweat over it.
Another common one is tags on children's clothing. Those things drive me, a full grown adult, absolutely bonkers, so imagine what tiny babies go through when their neck is irritated and they can't communicate about it! I laid in bed tonight thinking about the world filled with lights - all the places where tags are driving helpless babies insane.
And then I thought, I can do something about this. I have a blog. I am the only one with a blog just like mine. Someone else's might be similar - stillwalkingandtheorizing, or stillplayingwithLegosafteralltheseyears - but nobody else might be getting this message out there:
GO SLOWLY PUTTING BABY'S HANDS THROUGH SLEEVES (FEEL FOR 4 FINGERS AND A THUMB). ALSO, CUT OFF CLOTHING TAGS UNLESS THEY'RE EXCEPTIONALLY SOFT.
OH, AND MAKE SURE THEIR LEG ISN'T BENT BACKWARDS IN THE CARSEAT, FOR PETE'S SAKE.