gated communities

Ignore for a moment how messy my house is (and pretend you don’t know that I actually tidied up before taking this photo), and behold the wonder that is our new baby gate:

That’s right: no more cunningly engineered furniture stacks and rows of chairs to keep the baby from crawling to his doom in the kitchen. No more obstacle course for mama to struggle over when said baby somehow manages to wriggle through the chair maze and runs as fast as his fat little legs will carry him toward the stairs. No more unusable space in the middle of the room. This is the big time, people. We have gate.

My heart, it sings.

In other news, Safeway does not carry spackle.

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