You're the One

We babyproofed our family room and kitchen a while ago, as baby gates confine her to those two rooms most of the time. We have taken a while to get around to the bathrooms, though, since Kate is rarely in those areas of the house, and never without a close eye on her.

When we do let her toddle around the bedrooms and bathrooms, she always gravitates toward the cabinet with her bath toys in it, and pulls out her rubber duckies. (Other favorite destinations include the medicine cabinet, where she grabs and uses bottles of Echinacea and acetomeniphen as rattles, and one of Mommy's Russian matryoshkas, painted with who-knows-what-astronomical-lead-content paint...but we won't talk about those.)

Matt finally did install the latches on the bathroom cabinets today (thank you, sweetie!!) so now at least I don't have to worry that a "child-resistant" medicine cap will pop off in the split second before I can get the bottles away from her.

I will miss her stealthy snatching of the rubber duckies, though. There's something about a baby and her duckie. Sing it with me...

Rubber duckie, you're the one

You make bathtime lots of fun!
(and as we often substitute)
Katharine Barry, I'm awfully fond of you!