When Kalena was born we got a card that said, "Forget baby proofing" on the front and on the inside it said, "It's too late, one already got in!" That's pretty much how I feel these days. A few weeks ago, Kalena realized that she could crawl out of the living room and into the other rooms. (Before, the tile floor at the edges of the room were like some sort of barrier.) Since then she's been on the move and into everything. Well, everything she wasn't already into. She likes to chase the dogs; she is fascinated by the dog door; she wants to pull books off the bookcase and get into the kitchen cabinets. She pulls down the dishtowels hanging on the oven door and not too long ago Brian caught her with two fistfuls of dog food.
We keep talking about how we ought to buy baby gates, but instead of doing it we just push the ottoman in front of one of the doorways. I think that's going to have to change though. Because last week? She discovered the stairs. She can only make it up one right now, but it's just a matter of time. Since we all prefer she not fall down said stairs and crack her head on the tile, I think baby gates are in order.
Ah stairs. Good times.