It's Over

Amelia has officially crossed into the land of the unstoppable. Just as I thought her learning to climb onto the couch with ease while maintaining absolutely zero regard for gravity, hardwood floors, or the marriage of the two was bad, it got worse. As I was cooking her dinner tonight, she walked over to the pantry, reached up, and opened the door. Doors were our last hope. Once inside the pantry, she went straight for her vat of animal crackers. Unable to crack the lid with her tiny scavenger hands, she quickly moved on to a box of Milk Bones. In all fairness to her, she did bring the Milk Bone to Sophie rather than eat it herself. That said, I wouldn't trust her judgement given a few more moments to think about it...after all, I've seen her bite crayons in half. How bad can a Milk Bone taste? This whole scenario can mean only one thing - it's time to move to baby-proofing threat level orange.