Think inside the box

So El Pebblito figured out how to crawl last week. Which, I mean, good for him and all. But of course now it's a constant battle to keep him from playing with the contents of the recycling bin or slamming his fingers in the oven door or stuffing the wire that recharges the laptop in his mouth... The world is a smorgasbord of fascinating ways to get hurt, for him.

Thank goodness we're moving next week, to an apartment in Brooklyn that has a lot more room (yes!), a back yard (yes!), a kitchen that we can gate off so he can't get into the oven anymore (phew!) and a washer dryer hookup (I must have done something right in a former life to hit the lottery like that!).

So now all we need to do is keep him out of the recycling bin for one more week. Thank goodness we've got plenty of boxes lying around.