Monday, February 13, 2012


Hate is a really strong word, which describes a very strong emotion. I don't use that word very often. I usually say something along these lines "dislike" "not a fan" "prefer something else" etc. etc. Mostly because there really are few things that my feelings of dislike are strong enough to warrant the word "hate". That being said, I hate baseboard heaters. I know, I know, kind of a weird thing to feel so strongly about, but I do. I hate baseboard heaters. Our current apartment has them. I hate that they render a whole wall of space almost useless because you can put anything close to them. But I really, really, really, hate what they do to my kids...

Yup, that's Emma's knee. Yup, that's a burn. Yup, it was bad enough to turn red, blister, scab, the whole scha-bang. Yup, the heat was only on high enough to prevent her from freezing in her bed. Yup, she touched it for less than 15 seconds. Yup, we had stuff in front of it as close as possible without being a fire hazard. Nope, I have no idea how to make them safer.

Did I tell you that I hate Baseboard heaters?


  1. OW!!! Oh, that's awful. I'm so sorry. we have regular floor vents, but they manage to blow cold air and somehow warm our house. go figure. At least they don't burn!! Poor Emma. :(

  2. I hate them too! When we had then I seemed to have to go through alot of laundry baskets, they would melt.
    So sorry about emma, that is never fun to have burns. I have some special burn medicine, from wehn Chloe burned her arm up in a trad mill. If you need some let me now.