We've never babyproofed. Not really. We have plugs in the outlets and as a general rule don't have anything out that isn't okay for Helen to play with or we wouldn't be devastated to lose. But in reality we don't have a very babyproof house-at least not compared with some of our friends.
This hasn't been a big problem. I've trained Helen pretty well. She knows for the most part what she isn't allowed to play with and where she isn't allowed to go. 95% of the time she is a pretty obedient little girl. Okay 75% of the time. But thankfully she's been cooperative enough that we haven't had to lock the refrigerator, put gates up, lock the cabinets, or seal the toilet. Until today...today she opened up a cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey, and brought it to me with a huge smile on her face. She looked at me and asked, "juice?" Oops. I guess its time to lock at least one cabinet.
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